| Intergalactic, planetary
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| I had to leave earth cause earth is scary
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| I head to moon, that milky dairy
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| But I gave no fucks, virgin mary
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| Like oh! |
| little sacrilegious
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| Little Strange slang game but we back for business
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| When we rat-tat-tat on tracks you listen
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| Matter fact, ease back ‘fore you get bitten
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| An arachnid ratchet packed with madness
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| In effect with electric pitter-patness
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| A legitimate offender of tit for tatness
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| Quid pro no more, hold on you bastards
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| Like oh! |
| Lggo my eggo
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| Put the win in Winnebago
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| Put th mic in my hand and hype of the fam
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| Goes dummy, build em up Geppetto, get em up!
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| Leggo my eggo
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| I am so Cali I’m San Diego
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| Got no manchego in my wallet
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| It’s all on the table
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| I pray to dinosaurs
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| Shop at the finest stores
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| I’m psychedelicatessen
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| I’m what you’re dyin for
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| Take two
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| You don’t wanna rock with the crew
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| You don’t wanna rock the way that we do
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| Better watch out gonna bite your tongue in half
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| Better have a good laugh and a bath
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| Blast off with a brand new jetpack
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| Packed to the max like I’m never gonna get back
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| Hats off to the mandalorian
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| Ain’t no sleep til the story ends like yea…
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| Red rover red rover
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| Don’t think I’ll ever be sober
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| I’m hittin up your girl on my mother’s mobile Motorola
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| Red rover red rover
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| Don’t think I’ll ever be sober
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| I ain’t your Guy Ritchie man I’m a for real rock n rolla
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| Yeah, I thought I told ya', I’m the highest roller
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| Cause Iran shit like the Ayatollah
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| In the eye of the storm, I ain’t dying sober
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| Roll over Beethoven, quiet soldier
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| Yo, don’t try wit this cause I’m fly as shit
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| And when I rhyme, I shine like an iron fist
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| That grips the globe totally, hold control
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| Your hoe can go choke till my chode explode
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| I throw bows, better be ready to pop shit
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| I’m a man and my masculinity' toxic
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| Get dropkicked off of the top of a tall building
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| Rock your body, no time for chilling
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| Roll to the beat like you lost control
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| Smoke lots of weed like a Rasta bro
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| I fill an H O E like a pasta bowl
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| You stopping me? |
| That’s impossible, uh
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| If this is all fun and games then I don’t wanna play
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| If this is all fun and games then I don’t wanna play
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| If this is all fun and games then I don’t wanna play
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| If this is all fun and games then I don’t wanna play
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| Red rover red rover
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| Don’t think I’ll ever be sober
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| I’m hittin up your girl on my mother’s mobile Motorola
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| Red rover red rover
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| Don’t think I’ll ever be sober
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| I ain’t your Guy Ritchie man I’m a for real rock n rolla
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| Da da da da da da da da da da da da
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| Da da da da da da da da da da da da
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| Da da da da da da da da da da da da
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| Da da da da da da da da da da da da |