| I bust massive, my skill’s to the mill
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| You wanna flex sometimes like Jack and Jill
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| I stand tall, the cape the color purple
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| Have you lookin' bugged with your pants like Urkel
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| Don’t try to move on my spot, I’ll burn your rectum
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| Your boys step up, yo the cops can’t protect 'em
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| Yeah, I set flames to your pubic
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| Make you wanna doo doo and boogie and feel stupid
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| Terrific, I smoke and feel hieroglyphic
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| The snow, the sun, come on boy, be specific
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| Amazing, chasing fours and fives on you
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| I’m like a cyclop, wild with eyes on you
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| I come, stp to MC’s like Dave Roback
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| Give 'm another name and call 'em Ken Kobik
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| Whatever, go find a tissue that wipes for you
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| Here’s my style kid, I’ll stick it in snide for you
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| The kid rollin', the press on my penis
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| I battle the Earth and tell your girl, «Have you seen this?»
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| Back up, see your brother with the helmet
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| The freak man, the kid like Sam
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| Sex! |
| It’s the time for sex!
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| X! |
| It’s the time for sex! |