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Aug 2014
Some will ask why I seem ****** in every song I write
It's not that I love to hate
I just can't let these cats take me for spite
I'll make an appointment and show up late
Kick the doctor in the stomach
For prescribing mis-diagnosed antibiotics
You can't just give anyone anything
Or you can take their condition from not serious to catastrophic
Went from isotonic to spittin' up some *****
Yeah, that's how big pharma works
Creating customers that hope their meds will work
But then flip it over and realize it's just dirt
I've been a victim of their upsurps
That's why I hate them like internet trolls hate derps
Written by
Jim Bob
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