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Just another foul mouthed hooligan
Over qualified, too much education
Destined to become another statistic
Street wise, and flexing an I.Q. muscle
That prevents getting a dead end job
Flipping burgers at Mac Donalds, amongst
The pimply faced sixteen year olds
Armed with a work permit, and Daddy's station wagon
Would you care for sauce with that?
Deep fried culinary delicacies
Ready to clog up America's arteries
Genocide, and the Big N Tasty side
So, here I sit and contemplate
Whether to comprimise artistic integrity
Or fall into the hustling with my comrades