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Nahh no, nahh nahh ******* that |
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*******s think cause you *******' made Chum |
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and got all personal |
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That *******s won't go back to that old *******' 2010 *******t |
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About talkin' 'bout *******' everything all |
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No ******* that ******* I got you |
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******* that |
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Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous |
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Actually flick cigarette ash at ******* *******s |
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Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick |
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and then dash |
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To Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison |
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Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with |
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Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting |
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and Spraying that hotter wind |
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in the shade of his maimed innocence |
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Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences |
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Advanced apathy, sma*******ng the man cameras up |
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Tan khakis and antagonists Dan-dappered up |
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Vagabond, had it since a Padawan |
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Rapping hot as ******* in cattle brands |
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wearing flannel thongs |
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Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along |
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Get a nice spanking, new Sears catalog |
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Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, |
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dead and wrong |
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Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs |
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Four deep in a Rover cannon |
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Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, |
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*******s know that it's the |
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G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G |
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G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G |
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50 K for the last check |
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But the Dollar Menu still be on deck, |
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******* it's the muther*******' |
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G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G |
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G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G |
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Yeah, the Misadventures of a *******t talker |
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Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager |
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Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter |
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Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga |
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Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer |
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Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher |
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Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster |
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Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture |
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Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes |
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From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic |
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Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented |
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On the hunt for clues, more food, |
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and some floozy women |
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Bruising gimmicks with the broom |
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he usually use for Quidditch |
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Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed |
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and booty scented |
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Too pretentious, |
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do pretend like he could lose to spitting |
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Steaming tubes of poop |
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and twisted doobies full of euphemisms |
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Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick |
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Thought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth |
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Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint |
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Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka *******t |
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Posing ******* try to disrespect |
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Get a ******* thunder to his neck, |
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shout out to Nak, cause it's the |
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G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G |
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G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G |
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Looking bummy, posted on the block |
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looking like I ain't make |
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A quarter million off of socks, *******, cause it's the |
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G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G |
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G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G |