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So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty |
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Having me daily total people you can call me your majesty |
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Keep your battery charged you know it won't stick, yo |
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And it's not his fault you kick slow |
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Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow |
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Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go |
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And you know I know that's a bunch of snow |
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The beat is so butter, peep the slow cutter |
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As he utters the calm flow, don't talk about my mom, yo |
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(Hey mo fo) |
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Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow |
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And vice versa, whip up a slice of nice verse pie |
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Hit it on the first try villain, the worst guy |
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Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses |
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Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses |
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And he won't stop till he got the masses |
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An' show 'em what they know now through flows of hot molasses |
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Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo |
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Took a few minutes to convince the average bug a boo |
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It's ugly, like look at you, it's a damn shame |
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Just remember all caps when you spell the man name |
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And you know it like a poet, like baby doll |
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I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball |
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All bets off, the villain got the dice rigged |
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And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig |
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Allegedly the investigation is still ongoin' |
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In this pesky ignition he gots the best con flowin' |
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The pot doubles, now they really got troubles |
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Madman never go, like snot bubbles |
