| An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay
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| Stay taking wages the anonymous way
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| Calmish, pay to the Amish selling
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| Promise me gold bond, palm itch swelling
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| With no tact, though, ipso facto
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| Wondering in pictures why his lips is so black, yo!
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| No question, an ounce of prevention
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| Is more than a pound of raw cure pure intention
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| Attention! |
| No throwing stones at the homeless
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| Or else ye yeself may end up with your dome blessed
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| Chrome dust, nano-sized particles
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| Stop telling codes through the YouTube, retarded fools!
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| Defeats the purpose
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| Greedily slurp up the surplus and burp puss
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| So nervous, you can hear the shirt must gush
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| Hush, hush. |
| Trust. |
| Villain til' the Earth crust bust
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| Self-defense, think he’s not real
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| Up until you blink twice and feel the hot steel
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| Take it how you want it, fake it or flaunt it
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| Need to put some brakes on it. |
| Shake it, dog-gone it!
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| Dead drop, leave it right there
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| Chop it off, heads bop, breathe it like air
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| You hear? |
| Study the devil
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| Played the game and choose to do so on a bloody level
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| Who sent him? |
| Steady losing momentum
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| Oh, eat a rapper one-a-day like Centrum
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| The mask is like a Gundam, dumb-dumb um
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| And it don’t matter where you come from, you bum!
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| What happens when the poles shift?
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| Won’t matter for shit who you roll with
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| Cold and stiff, hold the if
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| If in case you need a facelift sold a gift
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| Rip it like space time foam, fold the rift
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| The sun still shines in the morning
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| He ain’t promising more, but it’s definitely scorching
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| Like an iceball, off guard, soft, hard
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| Ask him do he give an F like report card
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| Out-spit em' like Jonah
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| Add bonuses, intel suggests they had no cojoneses
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| On this microphone business, it’s slaughter
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| That’s on his 3 pre-mature daughters' aortas
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| The thought was, uh, quarters, halfs, wholes
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| A roll. |
| Like good times sold like good dimes
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| It’s just begun to began to begin
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| To end, to start back again for smarter men and women
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| And their forgotten retarded Fren |