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It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
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How many verses I gotta murder to prove
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That if you were half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins too (ughhh)
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School flunkie, pill junky
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But look at the accolades the skills brung me
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Full of myself, but still hungry
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I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
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And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
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But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
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I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
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Bumping Heavy F# and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
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But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
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Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
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They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
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But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
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Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
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And understand the discrimination
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But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
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But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
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Don't mistake it for Satan
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It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
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And take a vacation to trip abroad
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And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
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Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God?