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Yeah

You're down there shooting blanks from broken guns

You fire all day long and still not hit a fucking one

Don't wanna know what some sick [striper(?)] fuck considers fun

Prob'ly throw a party, served melted ice cream over crumbs

Just crumbs

Just crumbs

You prob'ly lick more ass than anyone

I guess you like the taste of shit on your tongue

No matter what you order the same thing will come

A plate of refried shit just covered in crumbs

Just crumbs

Just crumbs

'I never had a life. I don't even know what life is.'

'Have you? Have you? Have you?'

'I have what you'd call a life.'

'Everday of my life.'

'I have what you'd call a life.'


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