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Hey D.T. what you been up to |
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It's been a real long time |
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And your bill's past due |
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Stop right there |
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Don't you look away |
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'Cause you've had your fun |
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Now it's time to pay |
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Well you know that I've been waiting |
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And I'm really very patient |
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But you've pushed me way too far |
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'Cause you own me thirty thousand |
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And with interest it's been growing |
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While you've hidden in these bars |
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Now I would have said duck it |
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But then money by the bucket |
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I hear you're raking in |
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So please forgive my diction |
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And prepare for crucifixion |
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While I write your next of kin |
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So please don't turn away |
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You borrowed now you've got to pay |
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Seems your mind's |
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Gone a bit off track |
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Time to readjust |
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'Cause Sammy's back |
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So Sammy started dealing |
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D.T. started reeling |
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As they tumbled to the floor |
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The furniture was flying |
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D.T. had thought of dying |
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When Tex walked through the door |
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Now Tex wasn't waiting |
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And without hesitation |
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Grabbed Sammy by the throat |
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Sammy started shakin' |
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A frightened slab of bacon |
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Hanging like a coat |
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Seemed things were going all right |
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Till Sammy pulled a knife |
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"If you want to cut the cards |
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Sammy's gonna up the odds" |
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Then everything was quiet |
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A street after the riot |
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Silence hung like death |
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And Tex he wasn't breathing |
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His body lay bleeding |
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A knife inside his chest |
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When D.T. saw his friend there |
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He quickly lost his terror |
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As something tore inside |
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His face was clenched in hatred |
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As his mind formulated |
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How this pimp would die |
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Sammy saw it in his eyes |
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Thought a retreat would be wise |
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"Seems I've stayed |
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A bit too long |
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So I'll take my things |
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And Sammy's gone" |
