| I don’t use my verses to sell shit
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| Cat’s talk to me, I smell shit
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| Bullshit
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| I be at the pulpit
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| Acting the culprit
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| Cats need to go in
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| Or get insulted
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| This is Steve Sanz and Boy Sand, put your hands up like a Vulcan
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| Or stay home
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| Alone
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| Culkin
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| I am so inappropriate
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| I had a palm reader take a look at my palm print
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| She told me «papa, don’t be so pompous»
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| I said «BIIIITTTTTCHHHHHHHH
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| Careful when you talk to the Godsend»
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| Then she tried to pull on my drawstring
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| But you ain’t heard that from me, I ain’t one to gossip
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| I DO WHATEVER I WANT
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| I ain’t got wandering eyes
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| The only I wandering is I
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| You know I got you open, say «ahhhhhh»
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| Been focused folks since I was yea high
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| Much prefer the natural to yay high
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| Promoters drop at least three stacks
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| Heyyyyyy Yaaaaaaa
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| I pick outfits at random
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| I hold outfits for ransom
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| Until name brand bandwagons abandoned
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| I don’t blah blah on your bandwidth
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| I ain’t blabbering what I brandish
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| I get the notion that these bastards
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| Type to be like, «put the lotion in the basket»
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| Gimme 8 feet money, arachnid
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| You’re such an embarrassment
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| I DO WHATEVER I WANT
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| I don’t get starstruck
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| But let a star start something, you’ll see a star struck
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| You’ll see a star snuffed
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| But screw killing like starring in snuff
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| Won’t bite, starving and stuff
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| Up all night, stars and stuff
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| Head, butt, Starks and stuff
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| Many chumps might scowl but towels get chucked
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| When ish get’s foul like geese and ducks
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| Peace and love
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| The truth is that cross means crux
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| The truth is of course that cross means plus
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| Got it all sewn up
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| Shit is so nuts |