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bout time I set this record straight
All the needlenose punchin is makin me irate
Sick o my bitchin fallin on deaf ears
Where you gonna be in the next five years?
The crew and all the fools, and all the politix
Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick
You got dick when they passed out the good stuff
Bam
Are you sick of me? good enough - had enough
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