| Radical, always high on Adderall
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| Chop you up like a cantaloupe
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| Put you in a cabbage roll, put you in a casserole
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| Put you in a catapult, shoot you like a cannon ball
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| Um, I gotta gram of the baddest rolled
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| Gettin' brain from a whore’s face, call it saddle dome
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| Lit the flame to the propane 'kay Stanton go!
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| Grab your camera phones
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| You’ll need the evidence, evident that I’m better than
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| Any and all of you veterans, look at the game I’m steppin' in
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| Look at just what the weapon is, pen mixed with the mescaline
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| Then mixed with adrenaline, then mixed with perfectionist
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| Excellent, yes it is
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| I’m the fuckin' best at this
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| Time to shine the light on me, Thomas Edison
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| Bring me all the sedatives, that way I can settle in
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| That way I can dumb it down, teach you common etiquette
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| Of Canadians, I’ll leave it to fuckin beavers
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| To pass me the fuckin' heaters, start bustin' at Justin Bieber
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| Take Selena, out the back of the theater
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| To the back of my van, lay her down by the speakers
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| Grab the packet of bath salts, bad thoughts (Eat her)
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| Just wanted to have a dance off, that’s all (Eat her)
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| Just wanted to take her pants off, that’s all (Eat her)
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| I can’t stop, or grasp thoughts, that’s not (Eat her, eat her, eat her)
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| Giber, Giber, Giber-Giber-Giber, Giber-Giber-Giber
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| Little chestnut, minorities are messed up
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| Disorderly misconduct drinking 100 proof 'n Fresca
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| Horribly retarded, stealing garbage, fruits and vegeta-
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| Bles, they asking me, «Eazy, what’d you do to Ke$ha?»
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| I cut up her human body with all the Illuminati
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| Set off 2 tsunamis, and prolly got Rhianna to call me
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| We did Pilates, I ate her punie like tuna-mahi
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| Bought a blue Bugatti to drive it off the side of a valley
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| This ra-rap game is to ridiculous
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| Gibberish 6 spit sick like its syphilis
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| And if it is-n't what you thought, what you think it is?
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| Lick my dick, dick, dick, balls then my dick again
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| I’m fuckin' crazy rollin' round Miss Daisy
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| Underground making the earth shake, that’s why they hate it
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| Tracy, tell me did you keep the baby?
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| Or did you flush it down the toilet with the other 80
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| (I'm back) Better than ever
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| Inventin' these letters, hip-hop heads heads’ll get severed
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| Right down the center, sendin' y’all to the medical center
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| Hope you livin' elegant Heather, she was wet when I met her
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| But she was dry when I left her, surprised I depressed her
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| She ran through 50 guys, exercise to her gender
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| The numbers don’t lie, you can hide or pretend
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| But to get her off the pipe she needs 5 interventions
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| Ah!
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| Your brain is melting
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| (Melting, melting, melting)
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| Say what you want but it ain’t the same without me
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| I say it proudly, lead by example
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| Shitting on my city they take me for an asshole
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| Ah, you wack rappers are back at it, I laugh at it
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| Bad habits, you rap average
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| Only spit a verse a track, What yuh asthmatic?
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| On the dicks of all these rappers, What you can’t stack it?
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| You can’t have it, nah you can’t have it
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| You backpackin' trash rappers, nah you can’t have it
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| Coulda woulda shoulda if Eazy Mac hadn’t happened
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| But gotta wipe my ass now, so please pass the napkins
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| I ain’t braggin'
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| Speakin' my language
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| Translation (Translation)
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| Something (Something)
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| So-so-so-som-so-something
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| So when you, hear of this dream, it’s a pyramid scheme
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| I’m on top and all you mothafucka’s below me
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| Fake beef, yeah all you mothafuckas Bologna
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| Listen!
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| Something
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| If (if)
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| I (I)
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| Don’t (Don't)
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| Do that (Do that)
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| I might (I might)
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| Get molested, by this little Leprechaun
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| That’s starin' at me in the corner
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| Um um, little confused (Fused)
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| Um um, little confused (Fused)
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| Bring it- bring it back
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| From the top
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| You know what it is
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| Gibberish six
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| Listen!
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| (Listen!)
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| Wait (Wait)
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| I don’t know what’s happening
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| Giber, Giber, Giber-Giber-Giber, Giber-Giber-Giber |