| Yeah, I’m back at it, the rat-a-tat-tatter
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| The gray matter, stray splatter, hit your cake batter
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| The Duncan Hines, moist Sara Lee recipe
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| Got these faggot wack rap niggas frontin', stressin' me
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| John Lennon, Yoko Ono
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| Shave products by men and rock a live Polo
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| The pale horse rider, sip ale or the lager
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| Impaled from the llama, Jon 'Dock will rock-a-bye ya
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| To start a pistol track meet, blow it and go
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| The hunnid bar dash, Jesse O, Pesci to Joe
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| Casino big pen bleeding in the studio
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| Ass cheeks derrière, compared with a booty flow
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| Christian Bale, Heath Ledger, call movie phone
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| Didn’t bring my bitch but I brought an ill groupie though
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| Bubblegum pop, sucks cock, Keith Bazooka Joe
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| Strips, licks dicks, but no one F’n knew it though
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| Mitsuru Ka sword slash that ass fast, the Demon Hanzō
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| Cut you pronto, samurai zone ranger danger for you
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| Tantō, stainless steel hypodermic
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| Under the surface, the planet rock, cannon cocked
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| Now what you suckers is worth, bitch? |
| Armor like fifteen, me
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| Now watch a burst, quick, killer arm on a tarot card |
| In your hearse, kid
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| Spit verses, rip purses from six nurses
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| Outside the hospital, with a twitch, nervous
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| The bipolar dime roller, rhyme sculptor, nine holder
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| Die when I approach ya, time’s over
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| Sandman sleepin', eyes closed, lucid dream state
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| I fade y’all out, Brutus «the Barber» Beefcake, Rick Moranis
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| Shop of Horrors, shrunken head status, sets damaged
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| When I shrunk the kids, they heads vanished
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| Jolly Ranchers, HEMA bottles, full throttle
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| Bitches puff Parliaments, body like a model
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| Ass like an Olympic gymnast, when the hip switched
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| The year was '96, thinking, «Kid, I gotta hit this»
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| Pot rocks and Boston baked beans, closet straight fiends
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| Missed they morning hit, no fix, they straight mean
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| Need another line, float to Billy Ocean on another dime
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| Snort from sundown to sunup in the summertime
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| Yeah, Flying Dutchmen
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| Dramatic tactics
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| Motherfuckers, what?
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| The superhero, no cape on
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| Flying Dutchmen, yeah
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| One time, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind
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| Nicorette, Nicotine, Nicaragua
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| Napoleon complex, flex, draw the llama |
| The Dutchmen, baby, crush mics crazy
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| French toast, french fries, french tickler
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| Threw the condom on my shit then put the dick in her
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| Drunk driving, kill the bitch, homicide vehicular
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| Ejected from the whip but took a lot of guys to pick her up
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| Motherfuckers, Flying Dutchmen |