The Genesis
And you're sitting at home doing this shit
I should be earning a medal for this
Stop fuckin' around and be a man
There ain't nothin' out here for you
Oh yes, there is... This
(The first verse I disperse will work mercy
Into the worst of all persons that cursed my murk journey
The dirt that blurs worthiness bursts into the spurts
Of the words that lurched hurt out of the perch that worry sat on
And I hope to take my hat off to the mope that pulled the last straw
Cause he choked and then grabbed on to the neck...)
I should be earning a medal for this
Stop fuckin' around and be a man
There ain't nothin' out here for you
Oh yes, there is... This
(The first verse I disperse will work mercy
Into the worst of all persons that cursed my murk journey
The dirt that blurs worthiness bursts into the spurts
Of the words that lurched hurt out of the perch that worry sat on
And I hope to take my hat off to the mope that pulled the last straw
Cause he choked and then grabbed on to the neck...)
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Writer(s): Steven Lee
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