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I suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write where I die at the end 'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my finger was stuck And I was waving it at everybody "I suck" I go on stage in front of a crowd And yell out loud "All of y'all get the out now" Fuck rap, I'm it up y'all, I'm Sorry I'm bored out of my So I a hammer and nailed my foot the the floorboard of my Ford I guess I'm just a sick, sick one sandwich short of a picnic basket One Excedrin tablet short of a full cabinet Fell like my head has been shredded like lettuce and And if you ever see a video for this I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists Cum on everybody, get down Cum on everybody, get tonight Cum on everybody, get down Cum on everybody, get down Cum on everybody, get tonight Cum on everybody, get tonight Cum on everybody, get down Cum on everybody, get down
Got on my jock out in East Detroit 'Cause they think I'm a motherfuckin' Boy So I told 'um I was Mike D,"they was like, "Gee, I don't know he be." I told um meet me at Kid next concert I'll be by the Loch Ness monster, peace out Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out 'till I bustin' Broke out then I quick back to the crib, put on lipstick Crushed up the Tylenol then ate it a dipstick Made a couple of crank collect I wanna songs on a fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that I'm of
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