| Upped and leave my home,
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| Left a message on the answerin' phone
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| You said Whipped through your cash,
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| Through a porno moustache
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| Bought a kipper tie and a ticket to fly
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| Now i’m walking with a swagger,
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| Going deep down with my dagger
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| (Scene one, take one)
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| Clio and her sister Rio, were watching through the keyhole
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| Make your way in, rub up your skin
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| Let the scene begin
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| Well i might be the honky,
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| But i’m hung like a donkey
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| So i’m tied to a bed,
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| With a pussy on my head
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| Surrounded by ugly girls
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| There’s no rust on me,
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| I don’t thrust or breathe
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| You can see me on page 1 to a hundred and three
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| Now the rules of my occupation,
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| I say yes in every situation
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| You keep an undone fly
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| Let your nosebag dry
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| So come on in,
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| Grease up the skin
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| Make me seed again, two, two, bring a friend
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| Don’t need no concentration,
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| My pelvis is my inspiration
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| And you run out to work and my tie needs a jerk
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| I live in a house that’s made out of dirt
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| Clio and her sister Rio, we’re rubbin through the keyhole
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| Then we’re makin loud grunts their three little c**ts
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| And the action started again
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| So come on in, grease up your skin
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| Make a scene begin, go go, go go go go |