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I slash monikers backwards |
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Haggle proof snaggletooth fabulous 5 freddy |
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Krueger finger discount bliss lou retton dismount |
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Spin out of control to doctor basics |
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Bladed secada wings offer awkward facelift |
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Leak laser to fade shit |
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[El-P] |
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I splash commoner fragments, rattle crews, cattle lose |
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Fabulous four finger ringer, backflip, discount mechanism |
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Sex distortion, terror gorn from old favorate phasing |
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Famous danger lacing agent, baby |
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[Aesop] |
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Aim high, when a flying monkey swoops down over |
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Dorothy sound system |
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To capture the bitches and toto too systems |
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Y'all pimps front on some indestructible daytrip with the |
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Lifespan of a box playing public enemy in Sal's famous |
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Feel dystopia vs. Elysium, time ticks and the hand keeps feeding them |
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A billion try to bark revolution when only knee deep in the medium |
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Duck you lucked out, there's 1 out of every 99 fans on the same route |
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Another colossal blunder |
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Born as heir to thom inside of spirit, better scatter for your teepee |
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For every American sleepy teen parked in TV, friendly apartments |
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Carving this creepy nations of p.t. barnums |
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Where you at? I'm right the **** here right now |
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Where you at? I'm getting the **** down tonight |
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Where you at? I'm a spread the **** out something precious |
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Gavels for the guilty rattlesnake bait for the snitches |
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Cackles for the silky shallow lake wades for the midgets |
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Badges for the piggys that'll make hate seem less vicious |
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Shackles for the filthy battle break plates for your interests |
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I'm a strap your dignity down and see what that bitch could bench press |
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Relentless, archon player, after dark parking lot cipher slayer, roll'em |
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Catch snake eyes in 3 dimensions for the artificial martyr |
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Freeze dried poltergeist just add water |
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Excuse me sir do you know how fast you were going? **** no |
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What's that in the back seat? that's a stolen can of rusto |
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Who's that riding shotgun? that's my homie El-Producto |
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Peddle to the floorboard delorean be gone, peace |
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[El-P] |
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These faggots hit like teddy bears thrown agains wooden doors |
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By a misunderstood teenage girl in a moment of self importance |
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Call it off beat, jagged, ragged, form the pattern |
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The mere thought of sounding like those who you revere fills me with sadness |
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I'm a burner tone and outline bricks with shifty throw up |
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Laminated for my friends who had to croak before I grew up |
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Among the wildly uninhabitable traffic of bad bliss |
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Where the tainted droids of dummy noise cancer gets unhinged |
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See me, kabuki theatre leader, disease clips |
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Tryna handle contrabant of an applause meter tint, bad scrimmages |
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Played with collectable bitch mc cooper mounted miniatures |
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Retard flow bee holder business, the "you don't show me shit" list |
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Megaplex is stress caress, all the time apacoloid, bite bleak void |
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Small world big nose, sonce you're in the closet |
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Anyway see if you can walk to Narnia skippy, save the earthy wisdom |
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I'm immersed in millennial bad touch funk may day man with 808 trunk |
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Ghostface tape bump, tooly clutched, Tony Robbins mantra mouth escape monk |
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Mega-magnetic MRI fingers scanning woman for breast lumps, c'mon chunk |
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Your not a ****in' goonie, most of these advanced rappers grew up in the forest |
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I'm the walrus, sitting on my cornflake float out to the chorus |
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Sarcasm isn't advanced, it's the inexpirienced mans preference |
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Criticism isn't smart, it's for the artfully dejected |
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Hardly holds the fluid, partly 212 crew, 718 create burner movement |
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Hybrid unfallable, funkadelic truancy smothered |
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Fell into the meat grinder like classic Hustler cover |
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The silky legged ecto-thugs run and hug each other |
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For pilferers of sanctimony coldly pillow smother |
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1st is the originator (me), 2nd is the influence (you) |
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3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew) |
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5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion |
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Before I hop in the Delorean I shit on Mr.Fusion |
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Great Scott, Doc |
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We need to go back in time to when mother****ers could rock |
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88 miles per hour, bring it back to the block and get (Mc Fly) |
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Peel the **** out before the lightning hit the clock |
