Spirit Of The Patriot Damaged Goods
Shut up you stupid bitch I wanna punch you in the face
It's amazing how intelligent you think you are
Well, your're just a waste of space
You fit the mold of a white trash trailor park drug addict whore
Blabbin all your malakia makes no sense
Well I don't wanna listen to your garbage no more
Hangin' at the club with you “urban” friends
That I only see when they smile
I've been getting pretty sick of you
I've been feeling it for a while
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You cant accomplish anything you're a defective human being
Coming from a line of damaged goods
I cant stand broads like you
Ya know what I mean?
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