| Yo, because of cash in the purse, guns blast in the hearse
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| A vast universe when the last is the first
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| The past been a curse, I need some asprin to nurse
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| It’s your casket in earth, or my ass when it hurts
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| A passionate burst of some last-minute work
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| First the human bodies are living last in this Earth
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| Puffing grass when it works, a bastard at birth
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| But at last planet Earth, 5 Jurass finish first
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| (Stashed in this verse) Burning like gas on a torch
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| (Graspin' a thought) Some don’t see past their front porch
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| (Masked in a smirk) No doubt my class been alert
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| Verbal splash for your thirst, 5 Jurass finish first
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| Yo, because of crooks in the game no one’s acting the same
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| Not mentioning no names, merely passing the blame
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| Your ass been in flames since the cash went ka-chang
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| Now you can’t stand the rain when my crew bring the pain
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| You a masculine myth who I constantly diss
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| As I bond with the Fish
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| , understand we the
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| 5th
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| Platoon
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| hit the dirt, wish you well, wish you worse
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| Your ass been cursed, 5 Jurass finish first
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| Bringing it back from the lost, we have to report
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| The trash on the chart make you have to resort
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| To leave the record store instead of quenching your thirs
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| But at last planet Earth, 5 Jurass finish first |