Why do I pay you to insult me and make me feel like shit I can't believe I've worked this hard to let you benefit For every slice that I get, you get two slices more You've become my pimp and I've become your little whore It goes around in circles, the torture never stops You get all the earnings and all I get is props Wipe that smile from off your face You're in court without a case, and you'll get nothing I do all the dirty work and you make all your plans You pull my strings and I play right into your hands What's wrong with this picture, someone's playing tricks How come I always end up with the short end of the stick It really makes me question why I go with your advice You make me hate the job that used to be my life I end up giving more, but still recieving less I do all the cleaning up and you make all the mess Your enemies are useless if you don't have any friends And all your great connections are just people you offend I'm sick of being assfucked, god knowws how much you owe You took more than what was yours but you can't steal my show
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