| Stop it there without a care to what you’ve got to fear
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| Keep it all between your beer and your hockey hair
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| A lot of weird people traits and ticks
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| From the strangers to these dangerous faces you kiss
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| You know this town ain’t cool as it used to be
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| When the lion, tigers and bears’d stare at your jewelry
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| Thruthfully I’m content with how the day moves
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| Stepped up the game, oops, still rock the same shoes
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| And one-time with them flashin things, they still
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| There to turn the drama into action scenes
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| I’m renting me a vehicle to roll me to the finish line
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| Follow if you wanna, we’ll return around dinner time
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| Back hurts a little bit more with every cigarette
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| My mack learned to never ignore the petty gibberish
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| I walk the clay cocky like Mr. Know-It-Also
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| Patiently waiting to pop, shake up the soda bottle
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| Horizontal like a mail-order male whore
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| That came forth just to show you his pale horse
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| Of course the ones that love him hate him most
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| Heart broken ain’t nothin man, she look like she ate a ghost
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| Make a toast to the butterknife, fuck it right
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| Wonder when my butterfly is gonna kep her flutter tight
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| I get way lonely when I’m on the j-o-b
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| And every pretty face actin like they know me
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| Same story, take photos and blow me
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| Like suckin on my pony is some type of a fuckin trophy
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| Don’t know what to say homie, I understand under
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| The notion that mine is at home under another man
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| Don’t even give it two minutes of business
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| Rotate the shoulderblades and keep them chipless
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| Built a prison out of conjugal visits
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| Now I rock a fake grimace on my face to catch the kisses
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| A bag of pot luck, a pint of gut rot
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| Emcee’s is mockduck tofu tough-talk
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| What the blood clot, jumpshot, fadeaway
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| Watch these white kids eat it up like it was mayonaisse
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| Then he’s on to the next city followin the destiny
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| Fell asleep droolin on your left titty
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| Indeed I play my part and call it high art
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| Keepin my eye on a piece of that pie chart
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| Smarter than solutions to the rubix cube
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| Took it apart and then pulled out a tube of superglue
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| Electric boogaloo, instead of tryin to look at you
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| I should stay in my house, sit on the couch and read a book or two
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| Maybe then this space alien can uncover ways to coexist
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| With other homosapiens
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| Until that time comes people know my bum steelo
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| Incognito with mosquitos and dung beetles
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| It’s like that, never the wack in actual fact
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| It’s like this St Paul, Minneapolis jack
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| It’s like that, take your head out of the vaginal crack
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| Like what the fuck did you expect
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| I rap |