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Created on: April 25, 2008
I don't have to steal your money,
You're ready to give it away.
Your wife and kids are hungry;
But that's alright today.
There are bill collectors knocking,
Well,"let them knock",you say.
You have nothing to offer them
So they'll just go away.
I'm the bottom of the barrel;
The next best thing to death.
I ruin your teeth and hold hard to your life;
My name...is Crystal Meth.
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