| A la Chopin pull the hamstring lovely
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| I run the option to go in tough with nothin but dust to cover me
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| Not one in this republic stand to govern me yeah
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| I study the summary curmudgeonry buffs in the introductory
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| That surpass with the purpose of servants superfluous verbage
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| For your agenda to render worthless your herb stash
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| Ante up blades of glory Gordie how the champ cut?
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| Skate the eight around fanboys holdin they Stanley Cup
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| Play nice coconut off flavor they shaved ice
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| Sippin with the quickness want no driplets on them Alifes
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| Spot in winner’s circle I buy into
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| Mama Roberts make me genetically tied to highshoe
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| Baptized in Jericho that’s where the mission come from
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| Smart about it brought a fish up out it when I finish done
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| Fried like the rest of the spread see to it they get fed
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| Clear the table space go 'head and lay ya head
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| (Not hearin' what you say to me)
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| Read a life in to the brass slide in to an «A» and play to raise the dead
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| Work with that serrated when they make it hard to break the bread
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| Sup wit us sup wit us
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| Bring a drink and you could sup wit us sup wit us yeah
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| Horny sections string along the wind pretend to follow me
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| Blew you out of first chair spare me the novelty
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| Fuck wit us fuck wit us
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| Do you a favor son and fuck wit us fuck wit us yeah uh
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| Bobbleheads properly noddin gobbled the gospel
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| Let apostles at the brothel bet god said it in darker red
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| Copy edit mark tread light across the manuscript
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| Dark valley dwellers in the cellar with the candle lit
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| Mic hot incantator grip it like a torch
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| I see the writing on the wall before me a sign of sorcery
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| Formula for forgery you borin me to tears
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| This is child’s play ain’t no fuckin mcs here
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| Flood the dungeon with rainwater and watch 'em all retreat
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| Curb your sharp tongues bastard your raft has sprung a leak
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| Lake swallow the bodies of hobbyists holler you’re volatile
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| Caught a view of the harbor out the lobby of the hospital
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| Plot to bottle potables pour a little saccharine
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| RA sugar the pusher of pure real acumen
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| Drink deep potency beyond the normal content
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| Blink sleep death before them horns come in
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