| I stay focused I just want people to hear my sound
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| Just like the locust and I’m the opposite of homeward bound
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| I’ve got marsupial flow, that’s quality
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| And you sound like my brother with that apology
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| Girls think that I am but I’m not the one, padiddle
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| And no abortion for Frank Gorshin so now I’m on that Ritalin
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| I will not shun Charlie Sheen
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| Embrace the nut case, Duh Winning! |
| yeah
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| So I will enter a new adventure and vent all of my innards
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| And find a real home, sweet home Lynyrd Skynyrd
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| Have a problem with Bob Lum and get knifed
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| And fuck the daughter of Steven Tyler, trying to tell me how to Liv my life
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| And Apollo Anton Ohno trying to skate by
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| And I’m not retarded, just a little slow like a parade ride
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| But try to face me and get a facial
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| And I’m not overweight but i’m infatuated with Keeley Hazell
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| I’m alone like Karl
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| I rap even though I’m not black like charcoal
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| I’m Rookie of the Year but my last name ain’t Marble
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| And girlies say I’m smooth like a guitar solo, from Carlos
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| Hey so what I’m saying to you right now |
| Is no one cares what you have to say so pipe down
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| And these are not pipe dreams I’m just eagerly awaiting
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| And this is too easy like figure eight skating
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| I’m going to be bigger than Kirstie Alley’s reality
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| This is Lil Wayne’s 6' 7' like Ryan Mallett be
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| When I wrote this line I had a Mohawk
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| I was the class clown but never laughed at like a Polack
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| Looks like it’s going the first line of a Shakespeare question
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| Going to make so I don’t have to deal with depression
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| Get twisted and stick to it like a pretzel
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| Get up and stay up like the hair of Darla’s little rascal
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| Face the facts this is not just a phase
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| I’ve wanted this since I was nine years old, maybe eight
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| I’m just trying to make a Buck, like Scott James
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| And fuck the guy in my head telling me I’m not sane
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| Don’t want to miss out on my opportunity to hear this tune
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| Everywhere I go, I’m blowing up like a balloon
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| That went out and left the atmosphere
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| And not being here tomorrow is my at most fear
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| Brilliant, diligent as John Dillinger
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| Find my way to the top like the hand of a horny teenager |
| Trying to do this without any impediment
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| Stepping on the petals because she loves me not, said she felt like sediment
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| Or a pioneer, and so now it’s clear
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| Just smoke weed, drink alcohol and fuck bitches
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| And I must be from Finland, because I’m finished |