| The emperor, subjects, and his dogs
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| Fuck you all
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| Napoleon’s dynamite blew up in his face
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| You busy handin out plates, now get yourself a taste
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| Yum, gravy over lips seekin tongues
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| Price that you pay for thinkin e’rybody dumb
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| Green and googly wide-eyed and surprised
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| Brows and lashes, honey mustaches, fried bride
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| Effort to little hit now holla cry pride
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| When the opposition forces came to take him back BACK
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| (Always gonna be hounded fella, by the police)
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| Oh-me-oh-me-oh-my, we don’t assume
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| Secretly you probably relate
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| Loud lung tyrant, now YOU be quiet
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| Husheth, thou dost protesth too mucheth
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| Your deeds are on file, take your testament is bupkis
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| I feel like Lazarus, steppin out the grave
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| To give reporters of his death, the world’s greatest nay
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| It ain’t hear or say, you can see it for your own two
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| Sucker or get close and feel it if you want to
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| But I know you, you won’t and can’t do
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| Seamstress and lies are bustin up your handle
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| Palms and fingertips on ultra-blister
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| You crossed a good dude now he cued the ultra-disher
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| Shell position fill your old tradition self
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| Machine gun ran in the pad and clipped himself
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| Now your project sinks up leakin
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| Hand over head and the sticky red is seepin
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| Weepin willow goin onry ape shit
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| Little homey onlooker shout,"He ain’t gon' make it!"
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| The moment where bullies find God
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| Dumb-ass, he been on the scene all along
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| Tried to help you steer clear, you sped up to the climax
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| The brick wall on your cheeks worse than Imax
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| Heavy child I know you wish you never tried black
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| Dante air blow craft you can’t hijack
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| Yes, but really I digress
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| Let me step aside and let the EMS clean up the drecks
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| Extra gore soak the medics to they own asshole
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| I pray peace on your soul now BEGONE~!
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| Movin on, to deeper brighter better and more
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| FREE |