| Oh god damn, we’re just having a good time
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| Just had to put my thoughts on a page
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| Oh yea, I’ve missed that big booty of yours tho' hahah
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| Let me rap it too you real quick tho'
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| Let me now what you’re saying
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| Sipping guinness’es, chillin' on the moon
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| Her name is fucking Luna, I’m the looney to the tune
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| Kissing on her neck, because she’s georgues
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| Flirting with her momma, 'cus her ass is so enourmos
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| The sweet endeavour and -, she’s bordering — on clever
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| — suffocated with that pussy, masturbated acapella
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| I mean mastucated, chewing on her pen
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| Spill the cereal, and smuggle magic
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| Mushrooms for the sex (for the sex)
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| I shed a tear with a beer
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| Limitations of the imitated, speak with no fear
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| Crack the bottle of the henny, spilling pennys
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| Cheers for the years, hate to see you leave, and don’t blame it on the beers
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| Over rated, emancipated by pissy fits
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| Smoochy and salubrious, bedazzled by his nigga lips
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| So bedazzled as he babbled out a weird slang
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| Speaking like a muffin as he muffled out the kid’s name
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| I’ll unplug and I’ll move like a fucking slug
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| And this flow with smuther your ears so I’m breaking them earplugs
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| And them cables getting distorted, I’m certain to unplug
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| Disposables and dug, can never wet that fuckin bed cus' daddy was a thug
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| Uncles that he never had 'cus crack over love
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| Beds full of bugs, bed bugs I’m a sucker for the drugs
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| But on the rag, moany as my grandad
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| While you was playing PlaySation, she was out in Baghdad
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| I’m done spitting I’m never preaching I’m sitting
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| And she’s licking on my body yeah she’s mimicking a kitten
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| But I’m hear to fucking conquer, predicaments of mayans
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| And I’m crying to my self esteem, is heaven gonna prosper?
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| I built this city raw like I was chewing on a Stanley Blade
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| Evade with the hope crushing the city on a renegade
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| And stomping on his tippy toes and running til the priest say
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| Our only lord and saviour was a nigga
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| Jerusalem was Africa until they came and pillaged
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| Picking out the beauty in the queens
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| Taking all the kings, tying them in chains
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| Taking all my money, and making me a slave
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| I bear witness to this testament of grief
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| Analogies and ullitgies cus' everything is bleak
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| God’s always telling me to contemplate and concentrate
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| And illustrate my inner hate
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| Simile’s that asimulate
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| Commiserate upon the misery of getting cream
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| Flirting with the queen, oops I mean Eve
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| Cause She was always nagging bout' an apple in a tree
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| Imagine if the bible said Adam, not Eve
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| But Steve, would —
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| And I like them girls raw, always bordering a freak
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| And I like my steaks bloody raw, leaking on the meat
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| And them black bitches twerking on my pee pee for a tweet
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| And a pig with a severed head, hanging by his feet
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| Like a negro, back in 1923
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| But the spades in my daggers, stabbing apples from my tree
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| And don’t blame it on the beers, but cheers
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| All I wanna do is shed a tear
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| And don’t blame it on the beers, but cheers
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| All I wanna do is shed a tear
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| And don’t blame it on the beers
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| All I wanna do is shed a tear
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| And don’t blame it on the beers, but cheers
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| All I wanna do is shed a tear |