| Yeah the pictures I do not take them
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| I am truly sickening and you just fake phlegm
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| I’m doing everything in my nature
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| To get these girls to give me fellatio
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| And sure enough, I don’t have to bluff to poke her
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| I’m just screaming fuck religion, so I will go to no church
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| My beliefs are my own
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| I am not a human, ET, and I’m not talking time zone
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| I write with whimsy, these girls are flimsy
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| The best place known as Chicago, the windy city
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| Deep dish, not cheap bitches
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| Born in the month that the leap year affects, yes, suspicious
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| Omniscient, is what I’m going to turn you
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| And if you say no, then I’m going to have to Joe Patern you
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| I just live by the motto enjoy and live life
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| And I get high, like Otto in the half pipe
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| Write down, right now, what I have in my mind
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| This song’s long like a night gown, definitely not a Mayan
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| But definitely defiant, I will make my music and never ever will be quiet
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| I celebrate getting the green like Seth or the celery
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| And suddenly I’m getting big and rid of all of my jealousy |
| In the bathroom stall with Katherine Sagal, pegging her with walnuts, thus
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| Making a pun and spanking a bunch of catholic school girls while rapping a
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| raping a nun
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| With nun chucks oh shucks I am the shit
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| Like sitting on the John Kruk no candle is lit
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| I used to have the swag but no longer have it
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| And girl I love your frame, you must be Roger Rabbit
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| Kent and Kari made me and I’m getting less lazy
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| And I just want to be amazing and I may sing
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| Okay ready for verse three
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| Frankly Aretha Franklin was right R-E-S-P-E-C-T
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| I can’t get enough of it like a famine-d food
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| And I don’t belong here like Odd Future on Family Feud
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| I’ve got more swag then Lady Gaga doing drag
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| And I do not mean to brag but I get her without a chloroformed rag
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| And I’m about to make it big like Sean did
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| And I owe a little bit to Mrs. Dilanchian
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| I’m about to go hoarse like glue making
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| Deflowering girls while my sister’s down in Bloomington
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| I’m about to fondle Jane Fonda
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| And am about to eat all of these rappers like mangia
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| I’ve got flow like a river I’m so cold that I quiver |
| Trying to make rent, that is why I differ
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| Listen to the music this is my progression
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| Shooting for the goals like Alexander Ovechkin |