| Now what the blood clot, I rap a lot
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| What you gonna do when the beat goes drop?
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| Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Willis? |
| Who the illest?
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| You know my name’s Adam, stop callin' me Phyllis
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| Ya hear some fuss, you’re like what’s the clamor?
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| It’s just me naked on the cover of Glamour
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| A phenomenon, pandemonium
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| The club is blowing up like plutonium
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| What’s all the fanfare, what’s the to do
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| We’re known to bring the hullabaloo
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| On stage or at the spa
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| Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha
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| ‘Cause it’s a brouhaha
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| ‘Cause it’s a brouhaha
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| There’s a commotion that’s goin' down
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| I talk more shit than drown the clown
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| I’m like that freak from Cirque du Soleil
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| With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say
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| Ten nine eight seven six five four
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| Get upon the mic and I’m a even the score
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| One two three, three to two one
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| Don’t carry a knife and I don’t carry a gun
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| Yo, we be making mountains out of Cool Whip
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| Pass me the mint for the julep
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| Tell me everybody where is the love
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| Hey yo what’s the motherfuckin' hubbub
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| ‘Cause it’s a brouhaha
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| ‘Cause it’s a brouhaha
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| Communicator check one two one two
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| This is Bones McCoy on a line to Sulu
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| Set the bullshit to warp factor one
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| Check your tri-corder set your phaser to stun
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| Oh mai oui you can catch me
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| At Jon Vie with a pastry
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| C’est ci c’est la oh n’est pas
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| Qu’est-ce-que c’est le brouhahaha
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| Ha haha haha!
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| Just back from Japan and ooh I’m laggin'
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| Goin' rao rao with the dungeon dragon
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| You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind
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| But if they don’t dance and then they won’t dance
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| They can kiss my fuckin' ass
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| ‘Cause it’s a brouhaha
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| ‘Cause it’s a brouhaha |