歌词
I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the ***** gets back
Eat meat on Friday that's alright
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can ***** the best at your social do's
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue
I'm a *****, I'm a *****
Oh the ***** is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can *****, I can *****
`Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my God, what's that
Oh it's full of nasty habits when the ***** gets back
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