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I was justified when I was five |
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Raising cane, I spit in your eye |
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Times are changing, now the poor get fat |
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But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back |
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Eat meat on Friday that's alright |
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Even like steak on a Saturday night |
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I can bitch the best at your social do's |
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I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue |
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I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch |
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Oh the bitch is back |
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Stone cold sober as a matter of fact |
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I can bitch, I can bitch |
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`Cause I'm better than you |
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It's the way that I move |
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The things that I do |
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I entertain by picking brains |
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Sell my soul by dropping names |
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I don't like those, my God, what's that |
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Oh it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back |
