| Who the guy is they sent to clean up the mess
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| Give a fuck if you’re black or white
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| I eat both legs and breast
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| Wings and thighs
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| Whether you king-shit or a small fry
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| I don’t discriminate
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| Eliminate you like a fall guy
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| All rise because I came to judge
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| Thought you rocked the party
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| but you didn’t get a dame to budge
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| I made a hard rock
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| Let down his guard, Ak
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| Don’t try to comprehend, friend
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| Before you turn your brain to fudge
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| Because most people are walking the earth half asleep
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| Pretending to be emcees when they’re really just sheep
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| And so we gotta guide them back to the pasture
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| First you gotta wake up before you test the master
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| Walk before you run, son
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| Think before you shit out your mouth
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| And me and Copy have to visit your house
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| In the middle of the night wearing black suits
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| Take your gear, raid your fridge, and drink up all the brew
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| Leave with your memory gone before dawn
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| On your way to work spot a crop circle on your lawn
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| Think nothing of it, puppet
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| Live your life and love cus it’s gone before you know it
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| So don’t blow it
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| Carry on
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| Nothing to see here
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| Please step back behind the line, sir
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| The kind of thoughts I have will make your mind blur
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| I never related to you petty humans anyway
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| Any day now the mothership will return
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| But I ain’t going
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| Nah, man I like it here
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| Wine, women, weed, records and mics
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| and striking fear into the hearts of the haters
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| who been fucking up the planet since day one
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| Ignorant ones your time will come
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| But for now I play the background
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| Chilling with a drink until a fink decides
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| He’d like to get a smack down
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| and that’s the triple truth, Ruth
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| You try to step into the booth and get loose
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| Yo money, put the crack down
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| There’s more things on heaven and earth than you could ever dream
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| So I suggest you retreat and get a better team
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| Who’s Copywrite?
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| I don’t know, never met the man
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| Look into the light ma’am
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| We’re need to take your retina scan
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| The world’s a large place
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| It’s easy to lose track
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| Every day you leave your spot
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| You might never come back
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| Who’s Coolzey?
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| I don’t know never met the man
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| Look into the light, sir
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| We’re gonna need to get your retina scan
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| Six million ways to die
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| Lazer eyes
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| Trained to spy
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| On haze or Thai
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| On haters wives
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| The faithful bride
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| Until I hit her with amazing lies
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| Then I hit her with the dick
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| and tell the bitch to page a ride
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| Not the king of my city
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| Nor a jester or a mayor
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| Just an addict without Vicodin
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| Settling for Bayers
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| Shoot my metal in the air
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| Tell Kramer to get the hell up in the chair of the Caddy
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| and hit the pedal for a scare
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| Burn out until there’s yellow in his chair
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| Drop him off in the ghetto unprepared
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| and get the hell up outta there
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| See I’m mellow off the haze
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| But I’m mentally insane
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| Without a chemical to brain
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| That’s why I’m regularly blazed
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| And all sediments remain
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| Until I’m dead and in the grave
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| Medicine infested in my vein
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| Leveraging the pain
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| I started smoking and I’ve never been the same
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| Whatever remains of my cells fell out of my brain
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| So get the hell out of the rain
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| because it’s acid and it burns
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| Can’t get the smell out or the stain
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| Yo what was that behind the ferns?
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| Let us handle it, bro
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| Go back to your little life
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| Little wifey needs you in the kitchen
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| Plus you’re twitching
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| It’ll be all right
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| Somebody get this man some water and a blanket
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| Then escort him off the premises
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| So we can bring the ruckus
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| Before you go just let us check you for concussion
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| Look into this here device please
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| Now say cheese
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| Punch it
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| COPYWRITE AND COOLZEY
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| There’s more things on heaven and earth than you could ever dream
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| So I suggest you retreat and get a better team
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| Who’s Copywrite?
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| I don’t know, never met the man
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| Look into the light ma’am
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| We’re need to take your retina scan
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| The world’s a large place
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| It’s easy to lose track
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| Every day you leave your spot
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| You might never come back
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| Who’s Coolzey?
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| I don’t know never met the man
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| Look into the light, sir
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| We’re gonna need to get your retina scan |