I just got the news today you were dying, Hot Damn! We're already partying,
Get one thing straight
I truly don't give a fuck about youI never have and I never will, Each day you breathe it's more time to kill
You've been wishing in one hand and shitting in the other You see which one filled up first Your number's come up And it sure as hell ain't a lucky one son.
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