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This is ridiculous, |
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I have a sickness |
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The grass is always greener, |
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I say fuck it burn the picket fence |
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Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine |
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Moody little bitches |
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I'm foreseeing you some estrogen |
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Always keep you wet see, mermaid pussy |
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Ever seen the movie kids, no legs don't push me |
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I am making sculptures, you are using plaster |
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Screaming while your dreaming mc's need a dream catcher |
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You're not in my mind, you can't get the concept |
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You're not on my level, you might need a dubstep |
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Walking to the death, not walking to the cleft, |
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Lip, sharp as an arrow tip, |
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I'm just so sick of it |
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The smell is your upper lip, and |
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I'm jacking off a sparrow while |
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I'm Crashing a pirate ship, slow as molasses, quick as a whip |
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This beat's a filthy toilet, and |
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I'm the fucking shit [Chorus:] |
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Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh |
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Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh |
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Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars tonight [Dubby B:] |
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My feet rock steady, my heart beat savvy |
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My well ran dry, had no luck at the levy |
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I'm lyrically a genius like |
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Fergie and |
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Jesus It's like a lightning bolt hit the tip of my penis |
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The opposite of clean is, parallel with my style |
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One sip away from runnin' round with my pants down |
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Apparently |
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I'm underground, sound breaking barriers |
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Everybody take up a danger area |
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I got a feelin this beat's been to hell and back |
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You can see the hole stickin straight through my radar cap |
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Smoke rings billow out the window of my |
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Cadillac this beat is the weed, and |
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I'm the fucking cataract [Chorus:] |
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Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh |
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Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh |
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Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars tonight |
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Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars tonight |
