Tattoos in Mayberry

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Ever tried runnin away or committin suicide,
your puzzle pieces
couldn't be all scattered round here. Smoke your stuff til you're dim and
cross-eyed. Over the moon puke drunk on cheap beer. Is that what you hold sacred,
does it kick you in gear.
And you need it bad.
Iron clad.
Just been had
Fat gold money's mad.
Freeze your ass in Stalingrad

Scwag fell out your zip bag.
now you need it
and that's why you're still hangin
around here.
It's dangerously clear.
You walked away when you met your match
Now, you've got an itch only the Devil can scatch
Why does it have to be the hard way
The long way
The somebody done somebody wrong way
kIng Kong on your prong way
Break it down for me easy
work me into it easy
Hit me up with it easy
Shake me down easy
Cuz, I need it bad
and that's why I'm still hangin
and bangin
slingin and wingin it
ringin in the new year
by singin 'round here
It's patently clear. 
Why are you here?

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