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Kno: |
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A female condom's what you should be throwin in |
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You need protection, I'm sick and I'm going in |
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I'm sick when I flow with pens |
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The shit like some old Depends |
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The pick of the chosen men |
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I flip...hold up |
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I'm the Talcum Malcolm, the Emo Primo |
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Got no need for beef, got a Vegan ego |
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I'll squeeze three freaks in a El Camino |
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Arizona Charlie's East Casino |
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A stack on Blackjack, 3 on Keno |
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So much cream that they screen my C-Notes |
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Stains on my jeans, breath reeks of Cheetos |
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These girls on my team, breast meat and deep throat |
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She don't swallow? That claim's preposterous |
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Lets just say she has a populous esophogus |
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She prolly wanna crash, but no Bandicootin |
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And yes we're going Dutch, but no Vanderslootin |
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Cus I don't hit women, but I'll annoy a bitch |
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Wiretap your phone, Rod Blagojevich |
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I Vincent Van Gogh hard in the paint (ay!) |
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What gave you the impression that I can't? (ay!) |
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Many have tried, most of them failed |
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Trap or Die, Oregon Trail |
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You won't prevail if you push me |
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I'm that dude, Todd Palin |
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I get dumb...pussy |
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Sheisty Khrist: |
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There's a gem found in every heap beneath when you're six feet deep |
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A ledger that points to treasure |
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Pots of immeasurable gold |
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That are six feet deep |
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The Grim Reaper reaps the souls of those |
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Who walk in their sleep, we're all six feet deep |
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I pray the Lord my soul to keep though I'm walking in heat |
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It's like I'm six feet deep |
