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"does this excite you? think about it! does it not stagger the imagination? |
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No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions |
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Above. won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion? |
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There'll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of. |
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There'll be no worry about veing moved out of it. it will be yours forever." |
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I got shot, baa! the murder was heinous. |
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The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus. |
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And i was hit, that was it, on the spot, |
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Flash, i woke up in a parking lot. |
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And i'm sittin in a '64 rinekeys, |
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With shaggy dope written on the car keys. |
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I look around i can't believe that it's possible, |
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I'm dead, and i made it to the carnival. |
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I walk in, it's everything i dreamed of, |
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Everybody and they mama got clownlove. |
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Japanese, lebenese, and chinese, |
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Portuguese, and southwest ghetto cheese. (hoo hoo) |
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Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers, |
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Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers. |
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I see my old homey, he died in a drag, |
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Chillin with two bitches, "what up, shag?" |
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And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk, |
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I tried to hit it, but couldn't even **** with it. |
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And to think, i always been afraid to die, |
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But i ain't never goin back, to wonder why. |
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(chorus:) |
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We all gonna die. but i'm not gonna fry. |
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Even though most never try, i'm not gonna let this pass me by, no. |
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(end chorus) |
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I was born. first they threw me in a shitpile. |
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I dealt with it, and lived there for a while. |
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I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down, |
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Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown. |
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Next thing ya know, i'm chillin' at the big top, |
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Free money, and mad bitched non-stop. |
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No water, it's faygo on tap, |
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I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack wit' it, |
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Cuz i can, cuz i'm fat paid, |
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I got a five story funhouse with a maid, |
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And she walks 'round wit' her titties hangin' out, |
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And when i cough, she come and dust my balls off. (hoo hoo) |
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I'm headed up to the show, i'm gonna see, |
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Jimi hendrix, selena, and easy e, |
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Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off, |
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We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt, |
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There's no fights, it's a perfect match, |
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Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' ta cabbage patch, |
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And ta think, i've always been afraid to die, |
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But i ain't never goin back, to wonder why |
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(chorus) |
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(intro bit) |
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Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin', hey, |
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Well picture this, ya nuts burnin' that way. |
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And a roman candle stickin' in ya butthole, |
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That's where the greedy stank mutha ****as go. |
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This is all hell now, we livin' in it, |
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But this bullshit'll be over in a minute, |
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Then it's off to the faygos and in hoes, |
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New clothes, and patent leather for your toes. (hoo hoo) |
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And while ya sit around cryin' for ya dead friend, |
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He's chillin' up there, hey, gettin' mad ends. |
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He's probably there tryin' ta figure out why you're sad, |
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He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad. |
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And for those who ain't down for the next man, |
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Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can, |
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And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya somthin', |
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Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's comin'. |
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(intro bit) |
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(break) |
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(chorus out) |
