| Went from the papermate to the spray paint
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| And all the way back to the Papermate
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| Run through the fate, excuse me
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| Went from the papermate to the spray paint
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| And brought it all the way back to the papermate
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| Thanks for buying the tape
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| Excuse me my- excuse me, my friend
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| Is that your pen?
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| Is it cool if I use it to duel with my skeletons?
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| Is it proper for me to use it to prosecute these people?
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| Is it wrong for me to caress it against my ego?
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| Eh yo, can I use a ball point just to make my small point?
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| Are these mechanical joints anything like hollow points?
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| Old fashioned number two and I need that shit quick and steady
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| But that’s assuming I ain’t chewed off the eraser tip already
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| If I touch a felt tip, believe I’m 'bout to make hell flip
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| Computer friendly only cause that deadly bitch helps me spell shit
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| Scribble, for the you, the me, the she and the politicians
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| Aerosol to the wall, write it tall for all Division
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| Yo, he wrote it in jail, she wrote it in braile
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| I wrote that shit, named it, recorded it
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| Eh yo, I got one for sale
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| And if I truly feel I got something to show ya
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| I pull out a blank sheet of loose leaf and draw it out in crayola
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| I’ve grown to keep an extra utensil in my sock
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| And I’ve been known to mark it on the sidewalk with chalk
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| Most times I write with a pen, sometimes I write with a buzz
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| And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit in blood
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| And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit with blood
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| And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit with blood
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| And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit with blood
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| Multiples, level four, courtesy of the slug
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| Eh yo, it’s all about the penmanship, baby
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| It’s all about the penmanship, baby
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| Eh yo, it’s all about the penmanship, baby
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| Eh yo, it’s all about the penmanship, baby |