I'm over thing laying on the ground
I just might throw a big amount
I'll bring you down to the ground
Then get out your seat and jump around
Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground
My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found
Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground
Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count
// [you ran me into the ground]
After he just got out, 15 years to count
Cause everytime you come around
But then you be down on the ground
But it fits better in the ground.
I've been a pro, but now i'm profound
Everytime you come around
Theres blood all over the ground
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