| I got little kids sitting in class
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| fiddly didn’t take their riddle in
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| Apathetic rolls mo' than mischolin
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| whenever the clip start clickin'
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| and I stab motherfuckers like they saw
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| fischilin' and they fell out of the boat
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| they fell inside of a boat
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| where crocodiles run around for style
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| got the hottest style
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| cmoon' for the headin' blast
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| like leprechetiles
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| I’m not saving a neighbourhood
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| like I’m a pedophile with a van
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| I’m the man I, kill all of my fans
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| 'cause I’m paranoid and think
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| they might turn into a Stan
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| Shut up. |
| you’re making my ears hurt
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| propably would sell your little sister
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| for an Apathy T-shirt
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| castlevania, bodies slam
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| crack your back like wrestlemania
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| You’re just ball white trash with a
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| George Bronson moustache
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| I’ll beat yo' ass and take yo' buspass
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| I’m that bully at lunch
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| that will snatch your cash
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| to avoid my rap you propably cut class
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| You’re that type of an ugly bitch that bust fast
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| I’ll leave yo' gas spin like
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| yo' eight years and mustard gas
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| word up son, I battle in forces
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| I’m made from the best stuff on earth
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| to rap a snappel in doses
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| and even for little weird kids
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| I still find time to throw a root beer
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| in the fridge
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| (Louis Logic)
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| Be aware, that I’m in the need of a beer |