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Track:Too Much
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate
Like when I put my foot down that bitch still
aborted it
Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one
'Uh, sir you can't leave
with that,' Bitch this my fucking son!
Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox
With 151
drum bottles, I don't drink, they gettin' flung
With lit rags in it, kill 10 step-dads a
Still won't be a star till the label as a gimmick
Even if I limit timid com-mi-tive
Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic
You too can be a mock-celeb or the last
there is
Or be ghost like money that played Casper in kids
I put a sick twist every other
frame design so
You see AIDS victims selling pretzels at a slideshow
With a nine shown I
brand and skin 'em
Run out of punchlines when you kids stop standin' in

Yo Chris I think they think you know too much
Yeah Sis I think you put
coke up your nose too much
They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much
They try to
kill me through my dick with these hoes too much
You stack dough too much
You smack hoes too
Well you can blame it on the mint leaves I roll too much
They cut my hands off so I
couldn't hold too much
Don't stand off, bullet holes show too much

They see weed on
dust with an ounce a pound
Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way
My impant I scarred, I'm anti-star
Though I shine like one buried underground with
And I tried to learn good just wasn't concerned, should

I really be on
my sixth bottle of wormwood
My skin is burnin' blisternin' aloe ow
Dragged this big fat
bitch in to see Shallow Hal
I drink Jack puff black in Orange County
Bought a gun
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