I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
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But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
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Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
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Death stopped by but I must have just missed him
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Am I in a southwest street gang?
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Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang?
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But do you care
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I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where
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And what about the time I got fucked
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When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked
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But you news wouldn't know me
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You could give a fuck less never the less unless
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Something happened in your suburbs
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I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
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I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
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So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck
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It's all about what's going on in your head
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Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
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Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
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You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
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The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
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I woke up next to a dead body
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Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
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Strap on my kicks and step out my room
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Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom
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Dead fucks all over the grass
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I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass
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Quick to make a left on Jefferson
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And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun
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Am I just seeing things? No.
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Is your mother a soggy ho?
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I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties
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But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies
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But I'm straight with that
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Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit
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Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
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I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
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I gotta wonder if they do
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Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
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I can't do much, but they can
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But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
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I'm gonna swim in they blood shed
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Justi-justify the seventeen dead
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
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Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
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You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
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The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
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Yeah, dead bodies man
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They ain't so bad
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I mean they're all over in the
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Streets n shit ya know
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But they don't be fuckin' with you
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They just lay there dead as shit
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I mean they tasted kinda straight
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With a little mustard, man
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Yeah, much worse
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Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
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All seventeen on fire
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Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
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Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
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Look at you makes me go baddy
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Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy
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Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe
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Him and his kind created this ghetto
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They can deal with they own creation
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Move out farther, suburb vacation
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But it don't work like that
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Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat
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I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget
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About seventeen times and you're gonna love it motherfucker
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Drive down my street
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And stare at the folks who can't make end's meat
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You don't know now but that's the plan
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Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man
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Take that to your golden bed
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Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
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Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
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You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
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The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
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Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked
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If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it
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And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack
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And stomp my boots on your nutsac
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Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house
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You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
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Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown
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I got boys down river straight hick town
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Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor park
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That's me out front working on the Skylark
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I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass
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And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass
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I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
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And tonight I'm going out with the fat lady
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I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
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But I |