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Now let's get right on down to the skit |
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A baby is brought into a world of pits |
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And if it could've talked that soon in the delivery room |
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It would've asked the nurse for a hit |
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The reason for this? The mother is a jerk |
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Excuse me, Junkie |
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Which brought the work of the old into a new light |
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What a way? But this what a way has been a way of today |
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Anyway push couldn't shove me |
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To understand a path to a basehead |
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Consumer should erase it in the first wave |
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But second wave forms believers |
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And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say |
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(You got the body now you want my soul) |
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Nah, can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say Mase |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Nah, no my brother, no my sister |
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Try to get hip to this |
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Word, word to the mother |
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I'll tell the truth so bear my witness |
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Fly like birds of a feather |
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Drugs are like Pleather |
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You don't wanna wear it |
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No need to ask that question, just don't mention |
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You know what the answer is |
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Now I never fancied Nancy |
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But the statement she made held a plate of weight |
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I even stressed it to Wade |
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Did he take any heed? Nah, the boy was hooked |
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You could've phrased the word, "Base" and the kid just shook |
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In his fashion class once an A now an F |
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The rock rules him now, the only designs left |
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Were once clothes made for Oshkosh |
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Has converted to nothing but stonewash |
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Now hopping in a barrel is a barrel of fun |
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But don't hop in if you want to be down, son |
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'Cause that could mean down and out as an action |
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What does it lead to? Dum-da-dum-dum |
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People say what have I done for all my years |
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My tears show my hard-earned work |
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I heard shoving is worse than pushing |
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But I'd rather know a shover than a pusher |
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'Cause a pusher's a jerk |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Believe it or not |
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The plot forms a fee more that charity |
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But the course doesn't coincide |
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With the ride of insanity |
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Is it a chant that slants the soul to fill for it? |
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I know it's the border that flaunts the order to kill for it |
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Standing, scheming on a young one |
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Taking his time, eight-ball for a cool pool player |
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Racked it all, tried to break, miscued |
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Got beat by the boy in blue |
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Next day you're out by the spot once more |
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Looking hard for a crack in the hole |
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I ask what's the fix for the ill stuff |
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Word to the Dero |
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The answer should have been no |
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Run me a score from the Funky Four Plus One More |
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(It's the joint!) |
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Rewind that back |
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This is the age for a new stage of fiend |
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Watch how the zombies scream, "It's the crack" |
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Plain is plain, it should explain it from the start |
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Behind the ideals of cranking up the heart |
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Now the base claim's shot over every part |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Don't even think about it |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
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Say no go |
