I Don't Care

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lyrics written by tunebot metal radio:
ding dang banga lang
gitty up pickem up trucks
retarded motherfuckers out playin in the mud
fists be slippin on the girl they hitting in the passenger seat her ass gettin beat
fat lippin snuff dippin cold beer sippin truck nuts liftin
destine too be crud
low bang ballin
twenty four inch crawlin
saggin bags dressed in rags
wondering why they still poor
can't hold a job instead outside the liquor store
or in the club hoppin shaking ass booty poppin
tossing money they can't afford
fifty percent less
low bracket not by choice by design
pit rivals to swing at each other
while the labour mines
swing the pick or swing your fists
the master doesn't care
go to war
die poor
i don't care
you're all sheep led by a wolf
in a pin you can't escape
you think it's free will
but here's the deal
you cannot win at a game you did not create
twist your hair and tuck your dick
apply the transformation you see fit
but don't expect the mass to conform
it's by design
paper swinging in it's final form
ask Rome
fifty percent less
low bracket not by choice by design
pit rivals to swing at each other
while the labour mines
swing the pick or swing your fists
the master doesn't care
go to war
die poor
i don't care
in the war we all cry
alone
in the end we all die
alone
in the end
fifty percent less
low bracket not by choice by design
pit rivals to swing at each other
while the labour mines
swing the pick or swing your fists
the master doesn't care
go to war
die poor
i don't care
in the end we all cry
alone
in the end we all die
alone
in the end
fifty percent less
low bracket not by choice by design
pit rivals to swing at each other
while the labour mines
swing the pick or swing your fists
the master doesn't care
go to war
die poor
i don't care

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