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Dug Up

12/23/20 Been one heck of a year and some month Recently got a buzz cut I'm buzzed yup I was down and I was up No longer such a young buck Always f***ed up What a f*** up Shut up And hush up Pettiness continually being dug up I'll take you out barehanded, or with num-chuks Try to confront me and puff up But quickly got roughed up And scuffed up Shut the f*** up I don't ever need any thumbs up You either did or didn't have enough guts Fell down stayed there or was able to jump up Before the towel was hung up It was splattered about like bug guts Spread amongst us Always trying to instruct us Yet so quick to confront us Never been or plan on going for a duck hunt Can't say the same for so and so, or such and such Call it dumb luck Often I lucked up And was able to one up The other half of the time, it was tough luck Too many people being a suck up Stuck up and a dumb f*** As they continue to bluff much My eyes stuck shut Occasionally over did it, but rarely ever would up chuck Why must They remind us That eventually our time's up If you deserve it, my trust you earned it I'll tell you what's up And what's what From here to beyond Lubbock Always working towards getting the funds up Not quitting when the moons out or when the suns up Saw it or did not see the gun tucked Because they've had enough of A world that is f***ed up In the past a lot of shrubs and brush cut Once in awhile the job required a lug nut Fathom, that some people are still living in a mud hut Having nearly nothing, except for just one cup

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