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Jockstrap. |
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You rap. G-string. |
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I sing. Jockstrap. |
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You rap. G-string. |
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I sing. Step right up, place your bet |
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Steeplechase, notice me |
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I need skin for dancin' in |
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You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch |
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High in the saddle |
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Make my backbone itch |
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And my tongue will train ya |
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Like a lash from a whip |
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I'm here, take a bow |
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And my tongue will feed ya |
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Like a lash from a whip |
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And i'll give you cuts |
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I won't need you to spit |
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And if you can't touch my cradle |
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How do you win? |
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Because baby, no one's shamed particularly |
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I dont beat you |
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But you can stop spreading horse shit ' |
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Cause I'm here to take your fall |
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I need skin for dancin' in |
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I know, stop me |
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Send in the show |
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I came sharp, clean, smoking |
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I need you to |
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Watch me, watch them, watch the future ' |
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Cause I won't hold your pan for you |
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I pull (teeth?), pull with your might |
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I'm back, push that geezer for me |
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Can't you |
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Can't you level with him? |
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Catch me Behind the scene |
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Hello, you're nice |
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Better delays |
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To laugh the days |
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Know what? |
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You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch |
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High in the saddle |
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I've got the hard-on itch |
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And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch |
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And I'll break your fall |
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Jockstrap. |
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You rap. G-string. |
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I sing. You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch |
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High in the saddle |
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Make my backbone itch |
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And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch |
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And I'm here to break your fall |