Roll call

Everybody does there role
Just to climb the totem pole
You played the part of the b*tch
You run your mouth and always snitch 
Born to bite gonna make it itch
Your main priority is to become rich

Get in line - this is the roll call
You will loose your place if u slip and fall
Cut you down to size if your feeling tall
Ya Beter keep your eye on the ball
Don't slip up and fall
Or your back will be against the wall
Your engines running smoking hot
Something's are never forgot 
Give a little they will take a lot
Leave you there to rot 
They took their shot
missed the spot 
They think they got me I think not
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Posted: Jun 2013

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