"1091-D" lyrics

I don't like that shit, it's not for my taste
Can't afford the lawyer for my case
Open throttle, fifth gear, I wanna race
Propagandize you, it's all in your face

Tongue-tied, cops ride
Sorry, pig, I don't got much else to say
Insides, outside
Can't wipe off this goddamn American stain
Pinstripe, white collar crime
That's the type of shit that I fucking hate
You say you're like me
If you were in my shoes you'd blow out your brain

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Slumdog with a fucking bite
Germs (GI) on repeat all night, hey, hey
Keep checking my blinds all night
Which one of you fucks gonna end my life? Hey, hey
All the young ones feeling the blight
Life's like craps, the rich are holding the dice, hey, hey
Fuck with me, you're not too bright
Not shit's alright with no end in sight, hey, hey

Nice guys don't finish, they kiss my ass
Y'all pussyfoot, I bite through the glass
They shake your hand, put a knife through your back
I don't like the world, throw it all in the trash

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