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Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (Translation:) So you can s#ck my d#ck if you don't like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so s#ck my d#ck! Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin' And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him I'm like a f#ckin' wasp in the hospital, lost Stingin' the f#ck outta everything I come across in the halls