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lose and ooze like ointment into a deconcentration I scrape you and your scab-ass crew up like vaxitration and if you're 6-9, 280, tryin' to get ill I'll have my man Shaquille O

L for me Oh, I wish that, we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E Watch him smile He thinks, it's Christmas or his fifth birthday And he thinks, C-U-S-T-O-

O.C., stop From Tower to ma an' pop, we move out the stop R.O.C., stop We shower your mom, block an' move out with glocks R.O.C., stop R.O.C., mom, block

[Verse 1: Pocket Change] Pocket Change !!! Nigga I'm the best I'm Ready to start a motherfucking slugfest I got my crew with me we shuttin you down dont

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smaller towns Beat up cars with guitars and drummers Goin' crack boom bam R O C K in the U.S.A. R O C K in the U.S.A. R O C K in the U.S.A., yeah, yeah

Are you willing to choose what I have in my mind? Say it loud, with a voice of no reason in mind I suppose this question will be answered And I suppose

There is a place, it has a face And he was walking out the door His mother said, she was ashamed ?Cause he had no place to go He was afraid and I was

There was a time when the seas were yet to be crossed and mountainsides yet to be touched by man and words still written by a human hand The simplicity