| Catch a throatful
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| From the fire vocaled
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| Ash and molten glass like
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| Eyjafjallajökull
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| The volcano out of Iceland
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| He’ll conquer and destroy the rap world like the white men
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| Learnt from a pro as a mentor
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| Started with a bird nest and burnt it to a cinder
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| That’ll get the party kicking
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| Plus your little charred body is smoldered like chicken
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| As the dollar continues to lose momentum
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| He need land from murdered indians that represent 'em
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| Gold is up, urging all thugs
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| Trade your chains for cash and splurge it on drugs
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| Or a more secure investment:
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| Food or water
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| A couple of gallons for your cutest daughter
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| And thank him as a Yankee fellow southerner
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| Don’t forget the general rank, 'ello guv’nor
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| Vocals spill over like the rolling hills of Dover
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| Or the Gulf Oil Disaster if preferred you’re after
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| Depends on your status or your stature
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| Whether you benefit from the prior or the later-er
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| Get the fatter check split
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| How much for 100,000 tons of correct shit
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| Sell a Chinese half-priced seafood
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| Price is like a real nice street dude
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| Who can knock the most dead birds out the sky
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| And then spread a lie
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| And then say he know why
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| I bet
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| Get the machine, blame it on the fireworks
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| Cleanup, y’all know when to send the wire, jerks!
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| Black teeth still snack on sweets
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| And get stacks with the qui mon qui
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| They use to sell CD’s
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| Now they got fake weed
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| Seeds burning trees like potpourri
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| Buyer beware
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| Had to tell this one liar «sire be fair»
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| At least untie her hair from the chair while I’m there
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| I hate playing loving her, JJ for Governor |