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Dead Ones The Big Thinking Bastards

Big thinking bastards with stupid ideals try to make profit out of me rockstar glamour stupid punk you're just nothing but a sellout prick i'm sick

smack Hugh Hefners Now, I'm about to put a (Slug) in Show business and if everything goes right, I'm leaving no witness I hold this inside the chest, so big

I think of what would happen if I went off for a beer with the guy instead of coming straight home, it makes me sick even think about it... [Announcer

reaches out We just chuckle Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals We raise wrong Politics and poverty got us head strong You dead wrong If you think

will soon show, a thought can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards

will soon show, a thought can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards

reaches out We just chuckle Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals We raise wrong Politics and poverty got us head strong You dead wrong If you think

bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, ni**az reported missin My competition dead

will soon show, a thought can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards