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You don't need a girl and don't need your mom And you don't need a buck and you don't need a job Don't need a lay and you don't need a bone Just need the world to leave you alone Got nothin' to say got nothin' to do Nothin' to reap, nothin' to blow If you're gettin' bored you go the fuck home I don't need a lady to twist up my dome Primal scream With your head in the clouds We are the power If you want it loud Rock, stock, barrel I'm fine in the slime of the time of the the crime Of the grime of the rhyme 'cuz that's what is mine Here in the hole I'm black as a mole I live in the shit and the sins that I stole Don't ever play me for some little kid Paid all the dues for the crimes I commit My body is young but my brain is so old Just write the letters that spell rock and roll From Letras Mania