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You're a slimy [?] whore
Crazy straight from behind the door
You just came here tryin' to score
Now she [feels] all over the floor

You're a lowly scumbag back from hell
You ain't got nothin' left to sell
[Told me his] words were gone to his head
I like your [punk] when it's in bed

just because cracker went down
Rest of us are headin' in town
Now did you have to shoot all the kids
'Cause you couldn't grill me, what gives