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Toy Wrecker
Turn back before it's to late
Slink past the gate, cans of flat black paint
Taint they freights, they're overpayed anyway
Get up higher than saints and martyrs
Harder to go farther, fuck the vandal squad
Buff the truck, and my handle's gone
I'll put my name in some insane locations
My vacation's spraying, explaining exasperation
A social distrust, this rusted wall's my canvas
We toss the mic back and forth like carpenters with one hammer
Toss the can the my man he smiles like he's on Candid Camera
These toys long to be the affection of boys
Hangin' at Justin's like Sigfried and Roy
Boy oh boy, doggin' your ish is why I'm still rollin'
My boy's the stuff of mythical proportions, J.R.R. Troll-kin
Two scraggly motherfuckers, dog, but "We Will Win"
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