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    Half assed for most his life
    Done nothing but stand
    Just because he's so small so
    No one will give him a hand
    The kinda guy that would steal your cast
    And buy a burning house
    Then call you up and invite you in
    And jerk you off with a sandpaper hand

    I'd leave him physically crippled
    Without a leg to stand
    I'd throw that trash away
    Because a runt like that is piss in the wind
    My fist would be the decider
    I wasn't raised a fool
    I'd stomp his ass for free
    Because a punk like that is piss in the wind

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    Piss in the wind

    A go-getter who ain't got none
    A legend in his mind
    Always the one to invite himself
    And then just left behind
    Someone must of clipped his balls
    Or wiped his ass of his life
    A self centered procrastinator
    Attention seeker who's got nothing at all

    I'd leave him physically crippled
    Without a leg to stand
    I'd throw that trash away
    Because a runt like that is piss in the wind
    My fist would be the decider
    I wasn't raised a fool
    I'd stomp his ass for free
    Because a punk like that is piss in the wind

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    Composition: Vinnie Paul, Dimebag Darrell, Rex Rocker, and Phil Anselmo

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