| I will splatter y’all
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| Then scatter y’all
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| Then gather some cadaver dogs
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| Then search for your remains like a Neanderthal
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| I am as raw, dog
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| In my youth, I never cruised in no 2-door
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| But I was cooped up in my room playing broom swords
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| The new dork in town
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| My kinfolk said you only ten so it’s cool to fork around like utensils
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| (Nah mean like as long as you ain’t on no spoonin' shit though)
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| Pass me the knife I’m cocked doe
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| I be sippin' four lokos
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| With cuatro crazy Mexican vatos
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| I’m 'bout to, take a dos beef on you niggas
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| I be cooking them green eggs, Dr. Seuss couldn’t grill this
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| I’m in the, zone (what zone?)
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| The «z» one (I don’t get it)
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| You know, «zone» like «z one» nigga (ohhhh)
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| Shit got a little awkward here
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| 'Cause when she let me touch her box I palmed her square
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| I’m bored as fuck wit' nuttin' to do (x4)
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| I’m in the crib doe
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| Wit' nuttin' to do
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| I need something to do
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| Why is a blunt in my shoe?
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| I’m bored as fuck wit' nuttin' to do (x2)
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| You’ll find me in a tent inattentive
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| Camping in the backyard with a fifth of Hendrick’s
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| Not Jimmy but the gin we sip to get inventive
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| And when I said that we the illest yet I really meant it
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| Yo my cohort been so bored we sat in silence for like four whole hours
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| Then four more (what?)
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| I’m feeling disconnected
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| Switch directions
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| We discontent so get the message
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| Finna kick it like I’m on the air with Billy Preston
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| And Willie Nelson
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| Who else did I forget to mention?
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| This shit be strictly for the birds
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| Tippi Hedren
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| Exempt from any intervention
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| I’m a living legend sippin' Henny in detention like I’m still a freshman
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| I often confuse the off button with snooze
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| Summon jumping Jehoshaphat
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| I’m doubly huge
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| Caught smuggling shrooms into public schools
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| A couple of fools with nothing to lose
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| Nuttin' to do neither
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| I’m bored as fuck wit' nuttin' to do (x4)
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| I’m in the crib doe
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| Wit' nuttin' to do
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| I need something to do
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| Why is a blunt in my shoe?
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| I’m bored as fuck wit' nuttin' to do (x2)
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| Yo apparently a mind is a terrible thing to lose
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| That’s why I been preparing to sing the blues
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| String you up like my acoustic guitar
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| Troubadour
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| I’ll bring the bud plus a few good cigars
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| Puff
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| It’s a piece of cake
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| Finna sneak away
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| My sneakers squeak but at least we didn’t leave a trace
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| And they be sleeping on the dynamic duo
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| Dreams of bypassing these gigantic school loans
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| Financial ruin
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| Fiscally irresponsible
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| Off course but of course I’m finna leap over obstacles
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| Nothing short of awful hot
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| Like a coffee pot
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| Shut the door, I’m not a player, I jerk off a lot
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| Keep sitting there taking the love for granted
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| We splittin' hairs, they splittin' fucking atoms
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| Teeth of a bear, face of a bunny rabbit
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| But it’s rabid with rabies and crazy as honey badger
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| Bored as fuck nothing to do
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| Uh, I’m bored as fuck nothing to do
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| And the crew bored as fuck nothing to do
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| Why is there a blunt in his shoe? |