Get outta the way honky Get out of the way Get outta the way honky Cracker I got a red-ass For you to suck Get outta the way honky Get out of the way
the fuck back, but then go BLAHHH Me and my crew, yo, we do it like that But a cap back, but we'll be back All ya'll retards be layin out flat Gold and
Oh, I thought that you'd be proud of me But no, you just instill more doubt in me I knew that I could make it through like I needed to But I never thought
big sky look down upon the people looking up at the big sky everybody pushing one another around big sky feels sad when he sees the children scream and
sometimes i run all over the place punch myself in the head sometimes i run around the stage kick myself in the face sometimes ill trip on the cord and
fucking hurt. Move that shit, just move that shit Just do that shit, just do that shit Shake it, shake it Your whore(?) name, that's right. (x2) L M N O
Just pass the torch And say thanks You had your time But it's gone now And you can't pick up the pace Sentence me to see Your inability Pull the cord
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You will never be who I am You may never see what I can Probably never be everything you are We cannot agree on anything Everything you do is better
burn. Can't get the fact that you're faced with life. Now why didn't you fucking learn? I'm a useless piece of shit; it's passed down my family tree. Retarded
Take a good hard look at yourself bitch Then take a good hard look at me, you see, what to do you see? Take a good hard look at yourself baby Then take
Arsenio huff huff huff Arsenio huff huff who's the guest this week, Arsenio? who's the guest this week? could it, could it be.. Magic Johnson? call
Please Jesus Christ almighty please empower me with your ultimate forces Eat me for lunch fuck me for diner Oh no no please please tell me that I am
drive ride drive ride drive ride drive ride drive ride drive ride sick of fuckin havin to drive everywhere all the time everybody never havin any money
Rave. Rave. Rave. Rave. Rave. Rave. Rave. Rave. Rave. Rave. Rave. Rave. Touch me, I'm blowing up Touch me, I'm blowing up Touch me, I'm blowing up Touch
me Cheif Smoke 'Em Rot live on reservation me buy big sixty dry them on the navajo food dehydrater then we shred em up then we stuff them in a pesa pipe
Sorry, why should I be sorry I'm not sorry Just because you think I'm wrong Sorry, doesn't mean I'm fucking wrong Sorry for nothing There's always something
