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Just remember the adage where there's muck there's brass. Look out for a diamond in the rough, see for yourself the glass is crass
Money is ninety six percent less valuable than ninety four years ago
is life getting easier? Money gallore and shit still it does not appear so.
I wake up everyday, day to day, like where did the years go
still i wake up everyday and say here it goes
Ill smoke i'll shoot ill pray ill fly that flag every sunny day but for just one sunny day to come my way jesus thats gonna take a miracle

now introducing the young dago
most unstable
i'll sneak up behind and choke you with a cable
even tho i got guns on the table
on the run as long as im able
hiding in the trees amongst the maple
i'll kill my own brother like kane and able.
im so hateful i'll cut off your nuts and staple them to your ankle
one man kick ball with your legs a-jangle
i left you strangled, mangled and tangled from black dahlia angles
pop open my pringles and hit on a bitch with cankles
like molly ringwald your bitch ass only got sixteen candles
am i a bad guy? i'd like to think not
with 25 lighters shaped in the dark like inkblots theres nothing i cant handle

Just remember the adage where there's muck there's brass. Look out for a diamond in the rough, see for yourself the glass is crass
Money is ninety six percent less valuable than ninety four years ago
is life getting easier? Money gallore and shit still it does not appear so.
I wake up every day day to day and say here it goes
Ill smoke i'll shoot ill pray ill fly that flag every sunny day but for just one sunny day jesus thats gona take a miracle

every day I get older
every day I remember livin befo like deja vu, holdup
every day my heart it beats colder
every day the weight of bolders on my shoulders worlds tellin me to hold up
yet every day the worlds tellin me to grow up
makin me throw up
they say in every ounce of the ocean is gold dust
in caliornia its a medical gold rush
we just learning shit now that our ancestors told us
now we know nothing as the bank owners sold us
just sit back and pay as the corporate brainwashing mold us
yet anonymity is not the epitome of living free thats what our rights told us
Written by Austin_Rura
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