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(Hook)
Yo, it hurts less in the chest and the throat
And mo’ in the sides and the back (x2)
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
I never look a gift horse in the mouth
I’m devout, I’m a philosophical roundhouse
Prayin every goddamn day it’ll get betta fo’ me
Revenge wracking my mind, got a vendetta, homie
Hold on, don’t touch that dial
And don’t touch the mic while I bust that style
Got a pigeon nose and a muskrat smile
Rhymes too dirty like „Uh, that’s vile”
Tactile tasks mastered, abashedly backward
The kind of guy who’d use the same phrase for all his passwords
See, I’m back to screamin like that kid from Stratford
I’m past plastered, reciting lyrics from Bastard
I got dumped the summer before the last one
And got so mad I made three hip-hop albums
(Hook)
I got so mad, I got so mad, I got so fuckin’ mad
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