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So, you've been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In your daddy's car, thinking you'll go far
I would love to see you crawl
Playing rap to show that you're super cool
On your five grand stereo
You're braggin' that you know how the homeboy feels
But the hot-shotter you don't know
And it's time to taste what you most fear
And your piece of crap won't help you here
So brace yourself, my dear
So brace yourself, my dear
'Cause it's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to bring a knife
You real could creep, but you suck like a leech
Everybody's got to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch, so you can get rich
But your boss gets rich off of you
You'll work hard with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers 'til you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now let's go where the people are one
Now let's go where they get things done
Come on, I wanna go, my son
Come on and let's go, my son, I said
(Pol) gonna see you down on your knees
(Pot) hey pretty, you're born to please
(Pol)I wanna see you ruin down your life
(Pot) I want a hot-shotter running all night now
(Pol) so I want a big bowl of Donald rice
(Pot) I wanna see you running all night now
(Pol) you've got a hot wax up on your sleeve
(Pot) and it's a hot girl, hot girl there
'Cause it's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
And don't forget to bring a knife
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