" You wear red rag, blue rag, and big shoelaces
You drink 40 ounce brew by the cases
You dress so tacky 'til you look like a slob
and you wonder why you can't get a job
You wear barrets and you call yourself a man
and you never wear the right size pants
Your clothes are never fresh, they're always stale
Who's your designer, the county jail ?
You got secret words and finger signs
twisted egos and warped minds
Your grammar is bad and you think you're cool
But if you listen to yourself, you sound like a fool "
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