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edited by attic jack |
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I was still a child when you caught me |
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and tied me to your bed |
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you gave me shoes and pretty clothes |
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and i gave you what i had between my legs |
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Just a rite of passage |
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you held me down and said |
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"I'm gonna be your right of passage, |
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so boy you better spread, spread em" |
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You said.."run run run as fast as you can |
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but you cant run run from the childcatchers hands" |
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I wrote your name in my shit across the town |
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to warn the kids of your bloodshed |
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when i chased you with a burning cross, |
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my mother she wanted you dead |
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she said "run run run as fast as you can |
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but you cant run run from our law given hand" |
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you said "well i've got no time for victims |
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and i don't think it was all that bad |
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and if you can't run to save yourself well |
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then you deserve to be had |
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this is the age of constipation, |
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this is the age of martyrdom |
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I think you even enjoyed it, |
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I think I even saw you come" |
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oOH... |
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