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Met a retarded kid name Greg with a wooden leg | Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg | Go to bed with the keg, wake up wi…
Met a retarded kid name Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with a 40 Mix it with Alka Seltzer and formula 44-D Fuck an acid tab, I strapped the whole sheet to my forehead Waited 'til it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion I'm blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion Leavin' you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers, we blowin' up your house Killin' your parents, and comin' back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keepin' a promise as Nostradamus 'Cause I ain't makin' no more threats I'm doin' drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head, maybe more 'Cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Comin' together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure!
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