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Hound doggin this muthufucka |
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Raise up off my nizzgas |
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Get off my nuts |
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Get off me, bitch |
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Ah shit, muthufuckin' hound dogs what? |
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Swingin, from my balls so hard it's like |
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I got a third nut and look yo |
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I don't care who you know |
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Bitch what the fuck |
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Get the fuck to the back of the line |
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Lines of hoes sayin' you's my cousin |
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Like my mom and your mom are sisters or sumthin' |
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Oh yeah, we down go ahead let 'em in |
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Bah! knuckle hammers to the chin |
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Be down with me and |
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I'll be down back |
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Put my dick in your mouth |
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You gonna hear your neck snap(Crack) |
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In fact, hoe fuck out my bus |
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Ask questions like a mutt |
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But ain't down to fuck |
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You see 'em come |
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You see 'em go |
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You see 'em come again |
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From my dick to |
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Twiztid's dick |
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And then me |
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To Violent |
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J's dickTo |
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Blaze's dick |
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Try to grope us with they paws |
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Goddamn hound dogs |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Hound dogs ain't got shit to say |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Hound dogs ain't got shit to say |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone |
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What's the whole meaning of a hound dog |
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Butt sniffin', dick lickin' |
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All kind of wrong y'all |
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I'm in a club |
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Smokin' on a square |
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Step on out to get a little fresh air |
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But I can't do that |
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I get attacked like a cardiac |
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People rushin' front to back |
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They like sign that(Bitch) |
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Ain't nuthin' wrong with giving me props |
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But actin' like the punk ass cops |
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And swingin' off my nuts has gotta stop |
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Walk around, spreading rumors like you know |
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Sayin' shit you heard me tell a hoe after a show |
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Homey' I don't play that shit one bit |
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Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick |
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Psychopathic bitch boy peep the axe |
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Specializing in splittin' the hound dog backs |
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Plottin against the whole world of facts |
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So get off my dick and |
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I'm out like that |
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Aight y'all |
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Wait come here |
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Oh my God you don't remember me? |
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NoI had a crush on you for like nine years |
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I don't know you fat bitch |
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It's me, Jenny |
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I sat behind you in |
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Ms. Crowberries chemistry class |
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Bitch, I ain't even go to school |
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No, I'm saying if you were to sit there |
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It would be the shit |
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Do you think you could sign my shirt? |
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He, he, he |
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Yeah I remember school |
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Hoes back then was like |
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Joe Bruce eww |
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Years pass by and look |
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I'm a star |
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Now all them hoes are like |
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Joe Bruce ahh |
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I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut |
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Now I got hound dogs sniffin' my butt |
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I could have a worm hangin' out of my dick hole |
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And they'd be like, aww' |
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I think it's cute though |
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Miss me with all that |
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I ain't changed any |
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Look at me |
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I make Big |
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Pun look skinny |
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I'm ugly as fuck resembling a cling on |
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Hoes still let me get my ding a ling a swing on |
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What up with these pop kids buyin' my shit |
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Mainstream groupies get off my dick |
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I wanna see real juggalos at shows |
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Fuck these backstreet richie fake hoes |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Hound dogs ain't got shit to say |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Hound dogs ain't got shit to say |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone |
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Y'all don't even know who the fuck |
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I amYet bitches like you's his friend goddamn |
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My lips is crusty |
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My feets is musty |
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Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty |
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I ain't had pussy in eleven years(What?) |
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I been dead(Oh) |
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Ain't nobody sheddin' tears |
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Look bitch |
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I don't give a fuck about fame |
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Got cock for you bitches 'cause |
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I'm married to the game |
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Ain't no shit to the shit |
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I speakSlap hound dog bitches in they face for weeks freak |
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I see you hatin' on my |
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Raiders cap |
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When back in the day you was all about that(Sure was) |
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Shot that ass out back in '89 |
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Perry wearin' locs and this clock of mine |
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Rose from the dead with the |
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Lotus clique |
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I'm done played out and |
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I ain't changin' shit(Nope) |
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Hey aren't you monoxide child? |
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That's right bitch |
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Right the skinny one |
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My best friend |
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JohnIs supposed to be cousins with you or sumthin' |
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Who?So like |
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I figured if you give me your phone number |
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I could give it to him |
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And maybe we could all hang out or sumthin' |
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ShitWhatever |
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Oh my God, it's |
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BlazeHey dead homey! |
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You's a hound dog bitch allow me to smack your face |
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Ridin' on my dick now how my nuts taste |
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Everyplace that |
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I go somebody want a photograph |
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Or an autograph |
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But can I get a gap |
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How did y'all get started? |
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Your shit is really tight |
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And what be motivatin' y'all to grab a pen and write? |
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Listen here little bitch |
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I'm the killer in disguise |
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Twiztid muthafucka with them milk white eyes |
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I despise how you perpetrate like a juggalo |
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But you ain't down muthafucka |
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You's a juggahoe |
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Hey hoe, you're afraid of the facts |
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Never packin' a gat and always seen with an axe |
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Take another picture and |
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I'll break your jaw |
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I got an 80 pound punch for each and every one of y'all |
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Muthafuckas with the bitch ass hound dog face |
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My ass cracks exposed go ahead and get a taste |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Hound dogs ain't got shit to say |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Hound dogs ain't got shit to say(Muthafuckin hound dog muthufucka) |
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Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay |
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Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone |
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Yo, yo, it be the same hound dogs in different cities |
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Starin' at me like |
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I'm a set of titties |
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Autographin t-shirts, hats, and socks |
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And this bitch don't even know |
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RiddleboxReal juggalos don't want no picture |
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They just walk up like what up ninja? |
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After that they give a fuck where |
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I'm headin' |
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They're like fuck him we lookin' for neden |
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And I don't need anymore free tattoos |
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Got my arms lookin' like |
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Motley Crue's |
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I could be talkin' to the finest bitch in the land |
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And you'd run up like, hey, what up man? |
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That's when |
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I slap you right on the spot |
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And have Billy |
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Bill beat you down in the parking lot |
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Do I think |
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I'm better 'cause neden comes easy |
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For sheesy bitch |
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Bottom line y'alls get off our balls |
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Psychopathic out like |
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Biggie Smalls |
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Dark Lotus little biatch |
