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the poor, so must I I had three fine sons to feed, that's no joke, that's no joke. And a wife worn out from need, that's no joke. But the boss he said to me, "Get your brats out on the street. For
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. Im getting too tired to resist. Well torture your flats. You keep us like rats Then you tell em were brats. And the press twist our fist. Get me out of this mess Hear me swear, hear every word. I
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). Pull down the wires, set you on fire. I'm getting too tired to resist. We'll torture your flats. You keep us like rats. Then you tell 'em we're brats. And the press twist our fist. Get me out of this
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. surrounded by the regular team. of pluto brats and coma teens. in bowler hats and brilliantine. or bold cravats of bottle green. such a precious little dream. to be taken to extremes. how many times can you be
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niggas. You better shut your trap before you become a target nigga. Yall army brats im the muthafuckin sergeant nigga. Beauty pageant ass niggas on the runway. Boyz in the hood till they see tht nigga
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. Where we would get shot without warning". "Oh no," says the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat. And neither will I take it from snappy young brats. For if you insult me with one other word. I'll cut
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us to France. Where we could get shot without warning". "Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll have no such chat. And neither will I take it from snappy young brats. For if you insult me with one other
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you'd call it cruel but. Others would call it love, tough love. Ugh, her own tower with a water view and. She runs away, the first change she gets. These wretched brats think the. World owes them
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, bastards, brats, pets. This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet. If I ever gave a *, I'd shave my nuts. Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck. You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough
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startin **** like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!"). I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started. These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's
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,. . Cory Gunz. I'm millie in here with them Young Money Milli on aires,. Think you wheelie pop a wheelie in air,. Mac Milli. The Vanilli's in here. I'm a rascal don't get whopped,. I get brats who
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Remi Martin. Startin * like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!"). I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin. With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started. These fuckin brats can't
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disguised in it. And if anybody identifies the guy in it. I'll hide for five minutes. Come back, shoot the eyewitness. Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business. Die, bitches, bastards, brats
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wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to resist,. We'll torture your flats, you keep us like rats - then you. Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out of this. Mist
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. Im getting too tired to resist. Well torture your flats. You keep us like rats Then you tell em were brats. And the press twist our fist. Get me out of this mess Hear me swear, hear every word. I
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startin **** like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!"). I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started. These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's
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Hired To Pry In My Business. Die Bitches Bastards Brats Pets. This Puppy's Lucky I Didn't Blast His Ass Yet. If I Ever Gave A * I'd Shave My Nuts. Tuck My Dick Inbetween My Legs And Cluck. You
