No one respects you, you're still nothing
The most you ever make of yourself is blowing men like me
Men with real power
- Would you please stop that?
- Stop what?
One, two, three, four
I'm a white-trash cracker from a white-trash town
That no one would even bother to piss on
But here's the difference, I've made something of myself
People respect me
But you, no one respects you, you're still nothing
The most you ever make of yourself is blowing men like me
Men with real power
Yes, I can smell the cock on your breath from here
Why don't you just get down on your knees where you really belong?
Men with real power

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