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| Chris Kacki a 40 oz. hidden in a paper bag he fell asleep at nite with a porno mag his face was ugly, breath was bad, and his hair was dirty i used to pitch him my change til he told me for 30 years all tears and fears is all he's got left and all he's got to lose is the booze on his breath although inside my mind his plight is still lingering there ain't no liquor store or change no more cuz i don't want him bringing me down he's just a lonely guy looking for life for a nite he says he don't stand a chance, he's got no reason to fite when nothing's going your way you wonder why even stay why should i deal with this shit cuz i could just walk away i think you love to complain think you can't complain enough instead of making a change why don't you shut the fuck up oh chris yakocki, you know you rock me you started working out to force your way on top me the world's full of bitches and hos and everybody i know is just one of those always crying never trying that's the way that it goes not surprising realizing when life makes them grab their toes and i know you've got your problems yeah you know i've got mine too but if knowing's half the battle well then you're still gonna lose cuz like a squirrel you look around try and take the nutz i found get off your knees you don't get deez you won't be bringing me down oh chris yakocki you know you rock me you started working out i'll put my junk in your mouth |
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