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(feat. Lunar C) |
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[Verse 1: 360] |
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I'm at the Kwik-E-Mart to find where the Simpsons are |
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I got money to give Bart cause he ticked me shard |
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Yo someone tell me where the strippers are |
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I get it popping like throwing ninja stars in a titty bar |
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It might be a bit bizarre |
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But I'm at my best friends funeral I'm crying, but my ******* is hard |
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My mate showed me his minibar |
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I couldn't stop asking the ******* where the ******* midgets are |
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Last week I bought a Nixon mask |
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Stole Bill Clinton's car and drove it into Monica Lewinsky's spa |
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My girlfriends a Gypsy with a job to do |
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I'll sign your CD's, she'll rob ya shoes and your wallet too |
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Drive by in a Commodore, ride right to the bottle shop |
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Rock tie die, no knife fights I'm a white guy with a tomahawk |
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Pause and ask the owner if he knows the *******' soccer score |
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If our teams losing then we're *******' up his shop some more |
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[Hook:] |
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I'm the kid your parents like to hate |
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And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste |
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And I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late |
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Everything you got yah, I got it by mistake |
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[Verse 2: 360] |
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I think from all the benders I've rocked and all the ecstasy popped |
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I suffer memory loss which means I don't remember a lot |
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I like machetes because it's the weapon I've got |
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Use it start connect the dots and you're freckles and spots |
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Even when I'm not right I'll never be wrong |
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I'm levels beyond, on a level that you won't ever be on |
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I'll take a photo of how Jesus died and I'll text it to God |
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(Message tone) Message across |
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I got a question for God, if we got the 1st Testament wrong |
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Tell us where we got the second one from? |
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Yo from this day I never will flop, you want proof? |
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I'll stab the end of my **** with this adrenaline shot |
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Hey yo my **** is a Cyclops, got nikes on and they're high tops |
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Meet you then tell you that your girl got a nice box |
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Everything I do in life is quite wrong |
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Eat an apple a day so I stole ya *******' iPod |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Verse 3: Lunar C] |
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I getting it in when I get in the ring |
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It's a left right to the chin, I side step then I swing |
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Got two bisexual identical twins, in my ride |
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Dressed up as gimps on a wild ketamine binge |
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Getting more head than forceps |
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You get T-bagged for sleeping I let my ******* rest on ya forehead |
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If ya wondering why I haven't said pause yet |
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And presuming I'm talking about a dude then you're bent |
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Speaking at the court, here and naked |
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With my ******* shaved, that's what I call a bald statement |
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Whole world on my shoulders didn't think that I could balance it |
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But it's lighter than you think like Michael Jackon's kids |
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You don't know where the ******* you been ? |
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Took your chick to go ******* ? better suck my ******* till she bust a lip |
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******* what I said before aye, ain't got no money ******* |
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Girls call me an arsehole cos I'm tight as ******* and full of *******t |
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[Hook x2] |