| Sippin' voddy
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| Shedin' a tear watchin' women’s hockey
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| I sold me soul for a flim of rocky
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| And guzzle brews like I won the pools
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| Pick a spot in the sky like you’re swattin' a fly with a bottle of Rye
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| Hi, i’m high
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| Cooler than an LA breeze
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| Jeez, I’ve been winnin' since me SAT’s
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| Even though I failed
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| It was over when I seen the smoke inhale
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| I jumped up like leave the dough and bail
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| Theres plenty more where shit that came from
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| Bitch, i’ve been the man since day one
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| I’ve done the talkin' like a ventriloquist
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| Me parents let me watch The Exorcist when I was six
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| And Clock Work Orange at eight
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| The dominant ape
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| This rap shit’s easier than squasin' a grape
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| (But really) I wanna play Bruce in a game of Death Sequal
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| But sometimes the worst shit happens to the best people
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| Rest in peace, he be
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| He be chillin' in a hole with a, I don’t know
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| Yo, fuck that
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| Get your own when you gotta go
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| I’m a hunch back mute
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| With a brain like crushed jack fruit
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| But I look mad cute, when I swoop down
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| To free sally from the mustang boot
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| Dick pokin' through me solid gold gundam suit
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| Polish me nuke and laugh
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| Do the math like Will Huntin'
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| I got your back but you’re still frontin'
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| The baffled king sings while the masses fling things
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| I write me rhymes on Windows 95 notepad in Wingdings
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| Like, i’m the original, you’re a Mini SNES
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| Or at least thats what I think it says, maybe
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| Big brick pelican
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| Snap the witches broom
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| Then crash into the room
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| On a winged pink elephant
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| Truncate the futures length on super strength
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| While I figure out if anything was poppin on June the tenth
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| For the sake of the rhyme
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| Of course pinky mate we done the same thing we do every night
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| Inovate
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| Rest in peace, he be
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| He be chillin' in a hole with a, I don’t know
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| Yo, fuck that
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| Get your own when you gotta go (2x) |