| You hit, you hurt, resign
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| Your crust will crumble into mine
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| You carve your crime with mine
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| And one more sucker tows the line
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| The devil’s debt, my little deals
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| I take my corners on two wheels
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| Keep it dumb, just one hitch
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| I am the scratch you could never itch
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| Keep it dumb, just one hitch
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| My god is begging me for one more fix
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| Vitriol, vice, and virtue
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| Vitriol, vice, and virtue
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| Your cure, my sewer
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| I’ll take your time upon the skewer
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| I fleet so much, and with your touch
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| This piglet needs to feel your crutch
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| The crush, the cry
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| The scream, the lie
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| The answer crawls out of your eye
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| The hope, the tricks
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| My god is begging me for one more fix
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| Vitriol, vice, and virtue
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| Vitriol, vice, and virtue
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| Vitriol, vice, and virtue
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| I hate to break, but I can’t relate
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| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby
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| Vitriol, vice, and virtue
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| Vitriol, vice, and virtue
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| Vitriol, vice, and virtue
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| Vitriol, vice, and virtue |