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The world is up for sale
You buy and sell it well
You're demonstrating lack
You're smokin social crack
You wanna pay our bail
We're not going up for sale
You wanna buy our strife
To furnish up your yuppie life
You're in our neighborhood
I hope you're shot for good
They can throw my ass in jail
'Cause we're not going up for sale
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