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Hold the cold one |
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Like he hold the old gun |
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Like he hold the microphone |
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And stole the show for fun |
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Hold a foe for ransom |
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Flows is handsome |
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O's in tandem |
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Anthem, random, tantrum |
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Phantom of the Grand Old Opry |
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Ask the dumb hottie |
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Masked pump shottie |
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Somebody stop me |
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Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy |
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After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy |
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Watch the droptop pop |
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Known as the grimy limey slimy |
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Try me blimey |
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Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely |
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Madvillain dashing in a beat rhyme crime spree |
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We rock the house like rock 'n roll |
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Got more soul than a sock with a hole |
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Set the stage with a goal |
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To have the game locked in a cage |
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Getting shocked with a pole |
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Overthrow it like throwing rover a biscuit |
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A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvanistic |
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Let go his dick if that's the case |
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Rats, what a waste |
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More cats to chase |
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Dogs he got 'em like new powers |
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Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours |
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Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club |
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Had your fam saying please make me a dub |
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Well, since you ask kindly |
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Where he been behind the mask |
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Who can't find me? |
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You're blind in the wine zone |
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Leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9 he's a rhinestone... |
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cowboy. |
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Goony goo goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Review |
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But who knew the mask had a loose screw? |
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Hell, could hardly tell |
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Had to |
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tighten it up |
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like |
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the Drells and Archie Bell |
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It speaks well of the hyper bass |
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Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace |
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Couldn't wait for the snipes to place |
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At least a track list in bold print typeface |
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Stopped for a year |
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Come back with thumb tacks |
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Pop for the beer |
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We're hip hop sharecroppers |
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Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers |
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He's in it for the quiche |
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You might as well not ask for no free shit, capiche? |
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Oh my aching hands |
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From raking in grands and breakin in mic stands |
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Villain - his smile stuns ya chick |
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While he puts himself in your shoes |
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Run ya kicks |
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You heard it on the radio-tape it |
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Play it in your stereo, your crew'll go apeshit |
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Raw lyrics - he smells 'em like a hunch |
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The same intuition that tells who spiked the punch |
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Curses |
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He's truly the worsest |
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With enough rhymes to spread |
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Throughout the boundless universes |
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Let the beat blast |
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She told him wear the mask |
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He said you bet your sweet ass |
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Its made of fine chrome alloy |
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Find him on the grind |
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He's the rhinestone cowboy |