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A real big mean son of a ***** 6'5 280 lbs With a 6th grade education He had a tattoo on On the back of his shaved head A big stab wound on his gut He was shot 5 times In the *** He was brilliant At credit card fraud Only felt pride For his gang In and out of prison his whole life Said life was more comfortable inside I watched him put his feet on the kitchen counter Hands on the floor And do 100 pushups I watched him with dying red eyes High on speed Peeking through filthy blinds Every 3 minutes While explaining how the Man in the telephone company truck Was really the CIA He was arrested for ****** But the courts let him go Due to a lack of evidence He had 12 kids with 5 women He was willing to fight anybody Even women Especially women Made me drink a beer and Showed me **** when I was 8 Showed me how to steal a car With a flathead screwdriver I hated big outlaw He was a real mean son of a ***** It's a real shame That I have to see his face Every time I look at a mirror
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Big Outlaw
A real big mean son of a ***** 6'5 280 lbs With a 6th grade education He had a tattoo on On the back of his shaved head A big stab wound on his gut He was shot 5 times In the *** He was brilliant At credit card fraud Only felt pride For his gang In and out of prison his whole life Said life was more comfortable inside I watched him put his feet on the kitchen counter Hands on the floor And do 100 pushups I watched him with dying red eyes High on speed Peeking through filthy blinds Every 3 minutes While explaining how the Man in the telephone company truck Was really the CIA He was arrested for ****** But the courts let him go Due to a lack of evidence He had 12 kids with 5 women He was willing to fight anybody Even women Especially women Made me drink a beer and Showed me **** when I was 8 Showed me how to steal a car With a flathead screwdriver I hated big outlaw He was a real mean son of a ***** It's a real shame That I have to see his face Every time I look at a mirror
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
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