| Yo, I’m a hot and bothered astronaut crashin' while
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| Jackin' off to bufferin' vids of Asher Roth eatin' apple sauce
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| Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws
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| And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off
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| Twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact I’m off
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| Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on
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| Stop screamin', bitch: you shouldn’t be that alarmed
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| When Big Lips is in the attic armed with an addict’s arm
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| Earl puts the «ass"in «assassin»
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| Puts the pieces of decomposin' bodies in plastic
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| Puts 'em in a pan and mixes it up with scat
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| Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish
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| It so happens that I’m so haphazardous
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| I’ll puke a piece and put it on a hook and fuckin' cast the shit
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| I’m askin' that you faggot rap actors take action
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| And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
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| How the fuck I fit an axe in a satchel?
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| Slip capsules in a glass, you dizzy rascal
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| Party staff baffled, askin' where her ass go
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| In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
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| Go on, suck it up; |
| but hurry, I got nuts to bust
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| And butts to fuck and ups to shut and sluts to fuckin' uppercut
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| It’s OF buttercup: go ahead, fuck with us
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| Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked
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| Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt
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| Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch
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| As well as supper; |
| then I’ll rummage through her ruptured cunt
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| Found the mustard, fuckin' nosey neighbors notice somethings up
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| «What you doin'?"Nothin' much, squish out some other stuff
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| Gotta fuckin' bounce, guess the bouncer’s had enough of us
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| Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
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| DopeBoyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk
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| Cotton soft pussy them Odd niggas is Molotov
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| Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog
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| Wolf Gang we ain’t barkin', nah
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| Try talkin' on a blog with your fuckin' arms cut off
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| Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off
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| The Ace tell Shake’s daughter «We're sorry, but papa’s gone… bitch» |