Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent
I taste lint in my mouth, then the lights in the place... went!
Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend
20 cents and a ball of lint
How they stand there, cuffed up, patient
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