| Welcome to the end of the show, and I’m your host, Johnny GoodTwinkle
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| (Fuck outta here nigga, let’s go, uh, this the rebellious shit, nigga
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| Start fires with this one, let’s go, yeah you know what I’m talking 'bout)
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| I’m talking 'bout a revolution, I am Sly, kid ruthless
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| The booth’s no spoof it, I spit it like I’m toothless
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| Food for the youth, while you niggas just fruit
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| And lies become truth, I drop shit like pollution
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| Stop fools quick, no problem, no solution
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| Your crew could sleep in the freezer, and still wouldn’t be cool kids
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| Cruisin' in the music with the attitude of tool kits
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| Hammerin' these babbling niggas, respect my two cents
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| I can give two shits, let alone a dollar
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| My flows make bros go whoa, hoes say holla
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| Wack niggas say nada, the best, I’m a synonym
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| Still my pocket slim like the Olsen twins and 'em
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| Mr. Quick to Diss 'Em, is dismissing 'em quick in my sentences
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| Oliver Twist like Charles Dickens' death
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| Wishing competition, but listen the plot thickens
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| I’m a stand up nigga, well hell, I’m not sittin'
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| Never, never fail like, feel me like braille, right?
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| Tip top, zip-lock flow, bitches air tight
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| Yeah right, try and unzip it
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| Nigga poutin' cause he got his bitch stole by big lips |