Lifestyles Of The Sleaze & Unfamous
You like a troll.
You ain't got no bankroll.
You dance on a stripper pole.
You live in a sh*t hole.
During the day you hibernate like a mole.
Everything you got you stole.
You lost all hope.
You can't see your life under a microscope.
Around the house you mope.
Don't look at me like I'm mother teresa or the pope.
There's another life on the other side of the slope.
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