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People gonna make ya wonder if you're right Keep ya wide awake and worried late at night Why don't ya tell 'em to beat it Why don't ya tell 'em to eat it Just a bunch of clowns Don't let 'em grind ya down Sons of bitches, crocodile tears in their eyes We scare 'em shitless just by showin' up alive Why don't you tell 'em to shove it They might as well love it Give you runaround Don't let 'em grind ya down
