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Welcome back to sunny |
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Wells, Maine |
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Guess who's back off the couch |
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Got the panties in a drought |
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Duct tape in |
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Casey Anthony's mouth |
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It's Mr. "no you're not dude" |
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Back with some hot new raps |
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For these kindergarteners to smoke pot to |
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This shit's changed since |
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I came into the cypher |
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Because everyone was agro |
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Now they're all nicer |
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Pants used to sag low |
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Now they're all tighter |
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And the black dudes who rhyme are named |
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Wayne and |
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Tyler Huh, we must've smoked something funky |
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Somewhere back there and we all go the munchies |
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Ate hershey's cookies and cream and got clumsy |
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Cause there's white rappers everywhere and nobody's hungry |
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You used to have to pay dues |
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They pay dudes |
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To get youtube views |
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While they play |
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Beirut Enabling fake crews |
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To take spots |
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I heard Sam |
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Adams and it made me miss |
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Aesop Rock |
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Yeah the one-hit wonder guy who raps is back |
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To make your thunder thighs giggle if your ass is fat |
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With some fact packed anglo-saxon backpacked tracks |
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My dishwasher's got racks on racks [Chorus:] |
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I got 'em like gee willikers, **** that shit |
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I bet he doesn't know any black kids |
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I got 'em like gee golly man what a shit show |
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I knew I hated |
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Spose from the get-go |
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Gee willikers, |
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I know I can't lose |
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Making rap songs that these strippers can't dance to |
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Gee golly |
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I'm the same old cat |
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I, I, I, I keep it pimpin' |
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What's up? |
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I'm spose if you didn't know |
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The representative of people who got little dough |
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And I never spit a rhyme trying to get a ho |
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I'm not trying to put the big ' |
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L' in Deuce |
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Bigalow Nor am |
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I trying to be the hardest dude |
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Or act like it's all good bro no barbecues |
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A grimy, major label signed me |
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To a situation hairy as vaginas in the 90's |
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Find me back in |
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Maine cacklin' |
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Still got weed like 'we would' as a contraction |
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I still sip ship yards pigs lingerin' |
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Spit bars back woods in my fingerprints |
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Some publics |
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I come up with seem funny |
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Other pairs are hair raising like |
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I breed bunnies |
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I'm still ungroomed, |
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I'm back in the flesh |
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I spit it raw, unbridled like a bachelorette |
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Check it I know that the folks don't listen |
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Dissing - though other bros don't spit efficient |
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Broke - had the soap, did dishes in kitchens |
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Hooks and 'allure' like this is fishing |
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I'm banking on taking the bacon and making a run for the gold |
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I been mistakenly taken for humorous |
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They been been assuming |
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I'm making a joke like... [Chorus] |
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Chord change! you're now rocking with the town folks spokesman |
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Who girls think is too short but |
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I'm not from |
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Oakland And it's been years since |
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I deposited tokens |
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But I've been in the game getting bread, you're just loafin' |
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This is the voice of the villagers not sitting back scared to act whisperin "gee willikers" nah, this is an uprising |
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Dudes are just rhyming |
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I've fantasized about this when |
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I was just |
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Ryan Come kick it with the age liquor, sipper, slipper, rocker |
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Picked the pocket of a major label, knicker bocker |
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Saggin, keep my circle tighter than some leather pants |
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Whole state behind me like a weather man, damn [Chorus] |
