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I’m over sexed,
And under paid, Spend all my money trying to get laid. You got problems? There’s a pill for that, I know a vendor, Down by the laundry mat, Dark glasses, And a Yankees cap. You got issues? Lets clear them up. Swallow them down to your guts, Enjoy the view from the bottom of your cup. Live hard. Leave it all behind. Living will never be a crime. Just go. And never stop. Until you mother fucking drop. Drop Dead.
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