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It's important to practice good hygiene |
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At least if you wanna run with my team |
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I'm bout to get into some shit that I've seen |
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This fool's breath, I mean so bad it'll melt your ice cream |
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They say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things |
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Sittin too close to him it burned(?) like my eyes sting |
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I try to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum |
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I was a victim of breath on him |
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Running his yap about what sets he from |
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Gotta get some gum gotta get him some |
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He turned it down, his teeth was brown |
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Excruciating for him and it was a new sensation |
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I had to ask the dope to pass the soap |
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Cuz his toe had the sniff of crustaceans |
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Or bathrooms in a bus station |
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He had a can of Olde E and some raisins |
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Amazing... head to toe B.O. |
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He didn't know, used to the fragrance |
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Just as the days went without bathing |
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He felt manly and not like a maiden |
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He had one dread, and fungus |
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Said he worked on peoples' toilets with plungers |
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Girls let the guy you were with the tongue ya |
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So guys take your cue from this num-ba(number) |
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You gotta wash your ass, if you must |
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You gotta wash your hair, if you must |
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You gotta brush your teeth, if you must |
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Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy |
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Now at class you need total concentration |
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But there's kids in the back holdin conversations |
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Crackin on each other, and neither were poster boys |
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Both of em smell like the type that soap avoids |
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Coast and Joy, they leave their absence |
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One's fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks |
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Brimstone, girls would never bring him home |
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I was laughin, then his friend raised his tone |
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And said, "Bud you rolled all over yourself" "yeaaa" |
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I know some people your ass should be submerged |
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Like you need to deal with water cuz you smell like a turd |
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Wanna cap get some courage, your feet smell lurid |
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Well look it up |
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And while you're at it, get a cup |
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And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle |
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You get our vote for most stinkiest |
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That nigga started thinkin of shit, said I was frail |
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I said he was stale |
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Underarms is ripe |
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Undergarments tight, about to leap out your holy sweats |
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And we holdin bets, and after this I'm gonna collect |
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Nigga check, yourself |
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Respect yourself |
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And wash your mothafuckin body 'fore your sweatshirt melt |
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Like radioactive, no lady find you attractive |
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The funk got you captive |
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You don't need a map bitch |
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(CHORUS) (x2) |
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You gotta wash your ass, if you must |
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You gotta wash your hair, if you must |
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You gotta brush your teeth, if you must |
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Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy |
