| Jump outta bed, and I head for the grapenuts,
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| Eat 'em quick, or they soggy, and that sucks,
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| Try to find a clean pair of socks, and a shirt,
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| Still sport the same drawers, even though they hurt.
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| In the fridge there’s a faygo, it tastes ill,
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| Cuz it’s flatter that a bitch on a big wheel!
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| I got a few moneybacks, and a little change,
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| So I’m headed to the store, when the phone rings:
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| «What up, man check it out, I know this bitch,
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| She gots another friend with her, and her dad’s rich,
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| If we find us a ride up to Rynethat,
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| Garunteed, we can fuck 'em both on the spot!»
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| Oh shit, lemme call Bill-Bill,
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| I wanna go and let my nuts do the windmill,
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| He ain’t home, fuck, I’ll call Mike Clark,
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| Cuz I know he can get the fuckin' Skylark,
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| He said he can, but he’s broke, and it needs gas,
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| But I wanna buy this faygo — think fast!
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| I know my brother Jump Steady’s got a few bones,
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| But that’s gonna' do us shit when he ain’t home!
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| «Nevermind, J, Legs loned me a ten,
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| No need to get punched in ya head again,
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| Tell Mike to scoop me up right away,
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| And then faygos and nuttin' hoes all day!»
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| Fuck yeah, throw my pro wings on my feet,
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| Lock the house, and wait for 'em in the street,
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| I wish I had a piece of gum, or somethin', fuck,
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| My mouth still kinda tastes like grape nuts.
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| Here they come, nope, it wasn’t them,
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| Seems like the same cars drivin' by again,
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| It pulls up,
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| «Hey, man, you’re outta luck»
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| «W-what'd you say, man?»
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| BOOM.
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| fuck. |