| Ahem
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| Let me spin you a little yarn
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| Weave a tale or two
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| If you know what I mean
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| I cut you no slack, this is a bossa nova throwback
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| Brought to you in association with paramount sew-vac
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| The local business where snitches can go to get their stitches
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| Without the need for extortionate medical assistance
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| Re-read the text, I’ll hide a load of sewing puns
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| While other rappers are just millin' about, showing guns
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| If you’re having sewing problems, I feel bad for you, son
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| I’ve got 99 problems, but a stitch ain’t… one
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| You ain’t probably never heard of me
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| I like to do embroidery
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| It’s a whole other side of me
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| You’ve cottoned onto finally
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| It’s not my fault, the bottom line is
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| That I’m dressed to jest, it’s prolly best
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| You swap your polyester vest for the warp and weft
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| Of a razzle dazzle fab upholstery
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| Tweed suits like Basil Fawlty
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| It seems you need to work on your self esteem
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| You’re acting salty
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| Grab a haberdashery, then add a dash of me
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| That’s a fantastic patterned lavish fabric tapestry
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| Imagine Al Pacino in alpaca chinos
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| Strollin' out of the casino
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| Down to paramount cause he knows
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| His clothes need loads of work
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| To stay lookin' superior
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| Who woulda thought that such a notion would be real
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| But here we are!
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| Re-read the text, I’ll hide a load of sewing puns
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| While other rappers are just millin' about, showing guns
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| If you’re having sewing problems, I feel bad for you, son
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| I’ve got 99 problems, but a stitch ain’t… one
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| P-p-paramount
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| Sewing
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| Whether made of tweed, fleece, linen, crepe, brocade or knitted
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| Whatever way I spin these lyrics
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| I guarantee that they are tailor fitted
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| To the beat, even if you think I skipped it
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| I bring that thread back through the needle
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| On the groove sits in
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| I’m in the pocket, you’re bobbin' your head
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| Til I ruffle your feathers
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| And pull you together, like cotton and thread
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| Like a dressmaker
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| My fingers are deft, nimble
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| No frills, it’s dead simple
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| I am a thex thimble
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| The oddest spitter, lyrical bodice ripper
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| Not cause I’m hot, but cause I can’t undo the bloody zipper
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| Do me a favor, would you, buddy?
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| Run and get the scissors
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| But don’t run back with them
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| Or you’ll be cut to bloody ribbons
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| Re-read the text, I’ll hide a load of sewing puns
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| While other rappers are just millin' about, showing guns
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| If you’re having sewing problems, I feel bad for you, son
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| I’ve got 99 problems, but a stitch ain’t… one
|
| Re-read the text, I’ll hide a load of sewing puns
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| While other rappers are just millin' about, showing guns
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| If you’re having sewing problems, I feel bad for you, son
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| I’ve got 99 problems, but a stitch ain’t… one
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| P-p-paramount
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| Sewing |