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I watch you hold it above your head A web of broken shatters up It all collapsed As you clasped your own little piece of nothing You claim as your own Bite off your foot now, You chump, Bite off your foot for a little something to claim as your own Finally your little trophy Try to buy back the freedom you sold so quick, You chump, You're chomping on what's mine Your practice perfected by practice There's implications to your imitations You got your art down to a science You broke my art down to a science Turn your back on your stagecoach and sale away You don't tickle my gut with your pennyluck Ugly Abe ain't nothing From Letras Mania