| So, Just Sit Back And Max And Relax
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| Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up
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| 'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash
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| And You Know I’m Mad Spunky And I’m Making Cash
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| I’ve Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria’s Got Secrets
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| To All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This
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| I’m Like Al Goldstein, I’m All About Screwing
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| Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing
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| Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave
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| Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K.
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| Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The
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| Soul
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| Well That’s The Feeling That I Make My Goal
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| A Little Wine With My Dinner So I’m In My Grape Ape
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| I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape
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| Because I Get Ill When I’m On The Pause Button
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| And I Get My Fill And You Can’t Say Nothing
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| More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious
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| Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your Anus
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| Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function
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| Wires Hitting Switches Connecting At The Junction
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| Perlman’s Got Beats And It Ain’t No Secret
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| Dante Found His Shit But You Know He Freaked It And So The Story Goes On And On Down In S.D. |
| 50 'till Early Morning |