| So nasty that it’s probably somewhat of a travesty having me
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| Daily told the people «You can call me Your Majesty!»
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| Keep your battery charged
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| You know it won’t stick, yo
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| And it’s not his fault you kick slow
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| Should’ve let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow
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| Plus nobody couldn’t do nothin' once he let the brick go
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| And you know I know that’s a bunch of snow
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| The beat is so butter
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| Peep the slow cutter
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| As he utter the calm flow (Your mother)
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| Don’t talk about my moms, yo
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| Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow
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| Or vice versa
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| Whip up a slice of nice verse pie
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| Hit it on the first try
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| Villain: the worst guy
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| Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
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| Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses
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| And he won’t stop 'til he got the masses
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| And show 'em what they know not through flows of hot molasses
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| Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo
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| Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo
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| It’s ugly, like look at you
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| It’s a damn shame
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| Just remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name
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| And you know it like a poet, like baby doll
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| I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball
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| All bets off!
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| The Villain got the dice rigged
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| And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig
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| Allegedly; |
| the investigation is still ongoing
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| In this pesky nation he gots the best con flowin'
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| The pot doubles
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| Now they really got troubles
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| Madman never go (pop!)
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| Like snot bubbles |