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And In Conclusion |
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PDANK I be that broke mother****er |
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Maine's where |
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I'm rappin' |
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Better than these rappers |
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But nobody buys my record |
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What you don't like broke hova? |
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You think that |
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I'm more like a hoover |
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Think that |
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I suck, I don't give a **** |
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You can go ahead hit me with a low blow like a tuba |
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I don't toot my horn but, |
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I blew a creek like |
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McGrubber |
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I didn't get a lex like luther |
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And I went hard till my legs looked few shooked |
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Used to want to beat king koopa |
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Now all I want to beat is the beats and the freak |
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In the mirror |
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When the demon appears, |
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I have seen my fears |
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I could be that loser! |
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Even if it ment quitting reefer |
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Stop staying high like a roof |
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So you youtube my maneuvers |
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You can see my as a mover, rapper, producer |
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At the computer, ha! |
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With a fender straped and a pen that's black |
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Trying to prove |
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I'm super |
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While the bass line barks in the woofers |
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Track liers |
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Trains coming for you goobers |
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The fat lady is singing notes |
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And ringing of her foopa |
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I suggest you find a cougar |
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Find a way to doop her |
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Into thinking that she's demi moore and you are |
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Ashton Kutcher |
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Because you're ****ed otherwise |
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Otherguys |
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Besides reconsider these rhymes lulibyes |
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Sleep tight ****ers! |
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P...Dank I'm from where we don't celebrate soccer wins |
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Witk a broke contrast, with the obulant |
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Most on blassed for profidin |
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While the folks shit cups on the block cement |
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Marriages on the rocks again |
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Mom looking for a paps again |
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Kids witniced all arguments |
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Now they losing trist when you talk to them |
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Oh shit quick bring a doctor in |
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We're gonna need facebook and some oxygene |
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STAT... (EEEH) |
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Bring it back |
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We got spray tanned children |
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Abandoned buildings |
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Kids stay still cause the cancer killed em |
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I'll keep moving 'till |
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I'm handing millions |
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And I ride 'till |
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I crash all kind of zillgince |
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Teachers broke but the man get millions |
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Or rather |
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Techers broke but the man get quadrillions |
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Cause the man stay drillin' |
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We got children, in |
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Buildings, with ceilings, that's cracked |
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While Villians got |
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Villas, their chillin' is wack |
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But thats the earth, dig in, or get in the dirt |
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You got one ear that works |
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Could be worse! |
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So if there really is a big fluffy |
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Jesus Tell him let's get weeded |
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I know he's got connections |
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Texting, look ryan peters' needed |
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I'm speaking it's like |
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I'm bleeding |
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Flames like flames pleedin' |
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I came to change games |
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It's lame to blame demons |
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Proclaim the lame evenings |
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Ticket breaks heathen |
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I seize this beat screaming |
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I steam while peeps leaving |
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The trees creek |
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I sleep near my family |
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The devil ain't a fantasy |
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I know she wants to dance with me |