Anything at all to grease this skid
Oh no you didn't: oh hell yes I did
I'm through I'm not down being sick no more
This time it's me that's showing you the door
Give me an inch and ounce I've got the time
this joint could use a little grit and grime
Your face could use a little bit less smirk
I guess that smile'll falter when you feel the jerk
I guess you won't be laughing when you see my name
upon that board that tells you that I won your game
with a bit of grease of course and work for days
I'm not feeling half done better hope it pays
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