She said she was so innocent
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As she took the joint out of my hand
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She had a drink had a smoke dropped a pill
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And said you will not understand
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Your boyfriend slags off my family and friends
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And you know that we didn't take no shit
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Well you say one more fucking thing
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And you won't leave `til your throat is slit
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Don't stop me now, yeah yeah
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He looked like a stranger yeah
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With the knife he gripped tight in his hand
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So I pulled out a 45
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And shoved it straight up his fucking arse
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You've been bitching my family and friends
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And you know that we didn't take no shit
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Well you say one more fucking thing
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Then my girl will go fuck up your bitch
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Don't stop me now
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`Cause when you're picking up the pieces of your
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Stupid broken life it's a shame
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And when you're picking up the pieces of your
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Boyfriends broken face it's a shame
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I see you walking down the street
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You're dissing all my friends
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We're gonna fuck you up, fuck you up again and again
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You won't look the same
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Don't stop me now?yeah
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