| Dear Alex and Marilyn
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| They’re Lovey and Thurston howellin
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| The grasshopper unit is prowellin
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| And Rufus is back home growellin
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| For all of y’all that are dozin
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| On Hornblower’s lederhosen
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| Like Walt Disney he’ll be frozen
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| And then the Swiss Hall of Fame he goes in
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| Cause when he’s out in space carousin
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| Pick up my mic and start joustin
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| His name plate medallion
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| Says never trust a hal 9000
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| Check the horizontal hold and check the tint
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| Are these three fools back at it again
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| Inspector Clouseau and Derek Flint
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| Nothin but sparks ignitin'
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| Check two one two mic testin
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| This one goes out to Dechen
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| Rise fallen fighters take your stance again
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| Don’t think too much about the color of skin
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| Order in vegetarian sharks fin
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| Try to keep my life non violent
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| Rewind the tape and punch me in
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| Like Chuck D with the where you never been I’m in
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| I’m a long way from where I’ve been but I gotta keep movin'
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| Ooh my my I’m really not feeling it
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| Ooh my my something’s really wrong
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| The p.a. |
| sound is deafenin
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| Bitin MCs I’m oustinin
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| With spinach in your teeth you’re grinnin
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| So on your way out please take a mint
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| Got the studio to throw a craze in
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| The basslines Yauch just lays in
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| This song is the grass you’re grazin
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| Add a little flange and phase in
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| Don’t get mad 'cause I’m beguilin
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| I’m off the hook so don’t bother dialin
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| They’re gonna put me in the b.i.n
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| And if I die notify the next of kin
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| It’s like that y’all |