Look at that jerk hangin'on his phone
Look at that gay, ridiculous he's
Roaming around
Look at that junkie with exhausted veins
Look at the n******g, released n'free from
His chains
Look at that mess, look at all these
Stains
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Lookin'down from my window to the square
I enjoy the wally's fair
I'd like to join them but I don't even dare
Look at that b**h, showin'off her tits
I'm gonna grab her a** n'f** until I break her hips
Look at her man, proud as a peaco*k, shinin'bright
Look at their outward bliss
The way they display simple smile
From here I see any kind of crap
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I won't rise to fame nor catch the girls
I'm out of touch, don't play the game
I withdraw to new positions
... The foetal one in such a case
Chorus