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I won't cut you off I won't speak out of turn I'll listen I'll let you talk let's chop it up about some stuff that device is distracting us turn it off don't make me forget what I have to say it will be your loss a bad attitude is your flaw don't be rude that will only piss me off you don't want to poke the bear during hibernation season don't want that kind of situation what you want me to do put on a cape and save you walls ain't made to see through these ears of mine no longer hear the cries gone tired of all the lies you told on me and cast a spell over others to believe it's true "I got a bone to pick with you" how you act like ain't no skeletons in your closet you out of pocket you outta stop it throwing stones hiding your hands behind you need I remind you no matter where you go I'm gone find you must I remind you this beef is personal not Chick-fil-A it's not my pleasure no not today no way "Home is where the heart is" it's no treasure I asked you a question but you too crooked to give a straight answer what do I expect from a tap dancer putting on a show for the public but when I pull up you quickly change the subject hands down I know you're up to something you threw so much dirt on me I can't find common ground still I got to stand as long as I can put them dukes up if you wanna fight I'm old school believe me I don't mind I much obliged no lie it's a occupational habit l get dirty all the time southern grime who did it and why solve the crime the gloves are off those prints not mine I'm sick of talking it's time to throw down pour the wine take a sip it might be your last glass