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I got a rhyme for the users
Those they call losers
Those that got bruises
Those they call useless
Blown they last fuses
Fooled but not foolish

I got a rhyme for the homeless
Homes that's cold hopeless
Stoned and still dopeless
Broke like the brokest
High and still potent
Feel like the dopest

Straight from the dirt and hurt
But still focused
Oopsie-daisy
They call him lazy
Amazing crazy slave wages pays thee
Often tossed and coughed off exhaustion

Now here comes distortion
Now here comes distortion
Now here comes distortion
Now here comes distortion

Girls gone wilding
And profiling
Fourteen was seen on the island
Out for a mansion
They got plans and
Three years left with plans for a mansion

Credit card criminal
He got a minimum
But when he's out he's paid like nine ten of em
She got a kid now
He wants abortion

Now here comes distortion
Now here comes distortion
Now here comes distortion
Now here comes distortion

Distortion