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Maniac off Xanny bars |
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Sack like Santa Claus |
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That puts you in the figure-four |
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My literature is like I wrote it in silver |
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And you're on the podium with speech of rhodium |
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Your b***h like a leech on my d**k |
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Ho tried to kill the b*****s, strangled them and choked 'em |
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After she was done I looked down at my p***s |
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Like, she really ain't mean it |
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B***h, I'm anemic with the ink, you a Stevie Wonder blink |
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I take a piss in that same sink you wash dishes with |
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You're illiterate, ya Bisquick soft |
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I pulled the biscuit then you dipped like ****tail sauce |
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I eat so many shrimp I got iodine poison |
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Hoes on my d**k 'cause I look Roy Orbison |
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Got a foursome with four fours and I called it a twelve |
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One was chubby, one was ugly, wack as hell (Ah) |
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This can't be real, I'm in a dream |
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I don't have skin, I just shine |
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They can't contain me, I'm free |
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It feels like losing your mind |
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Psycho, crazy, deranged |
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Spittin' on tracks like oncoming train |
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Vocal laid down like tower of burnin' flame |
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Sippin' gasoline, made her pour canteen |
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Stone Temple Pilot crashed in to the wall |
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While listenin' to Wu-Tang and rubbin' on his d**k |
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Off them bars of foot*****, thoughts playin' foosball |
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In VIP, sleep with shades on the boo-ya |
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So b***h, bust that shit open like you landed knee-first |
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Let me stick my finger in it, what it smell like, birth? |
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If it smell like syrup you gon' get this work |
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But if it smell like perch, gotta disperse |
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I'm a pervert wearin' sherbet, take your baby mama, turn her |
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As a youngin' mama should have handcuffed me to the furnace |
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This can't be real, I'm in a dream |
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I don't have skin, I just shine |
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They can't contain me I'm free |
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It feels like losing your mind |
