| Silver Surfer on the cerebellum
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| MC’s rhyme at the zoo and when they’re wack parrots tell em
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| I cut records in morse code
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| I’m mentally retarded but I choose my own wardrobe
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| Raw rap suburbanite
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| I’m fuckin with religion like I didn’t wear the turban right
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| I jerk off in my cereal
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| You couldn’t even fuck with the grand imperial
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| I drop suckers like Plinko
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| You MC’s are wack, even if you don’t think so
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| I step to it then bust a verse
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| I can’t battle you cause I gots to get dusted first
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| I ain’t talkin 'bout drugs neither
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| I’m fuckin gangsta bitches cause I caught thug fever
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| Punching girls and grabbin guns
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| I’m just doin my thing yo, I’m just havin fun
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| This ain’t the Treacherous 3, herb
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| I saturate your face with the mega-dumb reverb
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| I stay in bed, fuck school
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| My folks are payin 20 g’s but yo, this shit is cool
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| I talk shit and I rock well
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| I gots to do the laundry cause my muthafuckin socks smell
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| Yo, that shit ain’t no joke, dude
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| I take off my shoes and muthafuckas start to choke food
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| The fliest on a 12-inch
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| So is your girl, and she doesn’t make records
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| There’s a midget in my neighborhood
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| And a one armed man and they’re both my fans
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| They’re both Vietnam vets
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| They like to call up Asian restaurants and make bomb threats
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| I farted in the fishbowl
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| And then I played pinball with Zev Love X
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| And Percee P
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| And Stezo
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| Yo, this is a hit record, man
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| It’s gon' be number one
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| It’s number one |