| I’m bout as lucky as i ever been which is unlucky
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| Kinda clumsy and forgetful but I never come sucky
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| I believe in my friends that’s why I stick with em
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| Keep em stuck to my side, through dumb luck and some pride
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| I don’t bluff or stuff the jockstrap on overblown cockrap
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| Jocks rock to hiphop crowds yelling stop that
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| Man the crowds dig battles like cows dig cattles
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| Like sheep lack leaders, jack drums from the meters
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| You little squirt kids be fucking up my hiphop
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| Nobody cares whose crew whose when shit talk
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| Dick contests become crowd response sponsored
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| The standard concept involves handjobs in concert
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| I’m like go, say whoa
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| I’m like stop, played out
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| Rewind refuse forward previews
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| Here comes the red hot /shit poor /dirt booze/ blues
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| The world don’t need no more rap stars
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| Who get too drunk to rap and can’t count bars
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| Never figured out how you got such an ego
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| You ain’t special if your single sits spinning for a second
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| Cuz, you ain’t invented fire, you ain’t found a vaccine
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| You spit a hot rap on a hot 16 on a mixtape
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| You got vinyl little man, and can you write a song
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| Can you leave your little city dive into the big pond
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| No no don’t stop, but you better make it good
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| Me and k-u-n-g-a be coming to your neighborhood
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| And we are not about to play, although we’ve done so in the past
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| Until we get grey hair, we’ll be kicking your ass
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| I’m like go, say whoa
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| I’m like stop, played out
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| Rewind refuse forward previews
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| Here comes the red hot /shit poor /dirt booze/ blues |