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The fate of your life may very well be determined only |
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by how good you look in white, and let's just say they will want you perfect |
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Like a leading white male should be |
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Like a man who's had every single nerve removed |
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Faced with copper wire, been given gazing globe teeth |
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Had both eyes capped off with factory glass |
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Naturally, you freak at the mere thought of being poured toward complete |
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And so, |
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And so, |
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Right there right there all around you |
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When the very fabric of your rap career dissolves |
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Right there right there all around you |
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Like a large dollop of grey plopped hard in the plain water of hack, you sink (x2) |
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And still they want your autograph on the back of that there ticket stub |
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Beside the refund policy or just above. Like you were or are about to cry |
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The reflection of the merch stuffed stale in your stole eye |
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Some say, they'll go as high as seven fifty on a sturdy bag of sperm |
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Or the ape's ugly skates from the previous song |
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Hell, you should start carrying guns till crash |
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Enter debts officer promise through a hole in the floor |
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and behind him rides his army of a hundred something swarming forks |
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all there (all there), unraveling his one kilometer long list of things most certain to be so |
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You case the dance floor for any people who'd post |
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And upon clearing your rapping self's coast dive with both eyes for blood at the list |
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Scanning it's infinity plus one rungs for your surname or face till sure enough...you find it in place between Dollar and Drummond. Beside it, some sort of check-mark or poorly drawn rib is sat, scrawled all red inked and ominous |
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Scared to the seeds in your teeth |
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you ask debts officer p. for the key, |
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and hunt hard for this tic-mark or rib |
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to find out what gives |
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And then |
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there it is: |
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Middle class |
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And still they want your autograph on the back of that there ticket stub |
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Beside the refund policy or just above. Like you were or are about to cry |
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Which you know can only mean one thing: |
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Welcomed to the no gamble grind now of what seems middle class or above |
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(x4) |
