| Known to wild out on my intros
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| No car, pickin' girls up in the rental
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| Flippin' tables like Jesus in the temple
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| No liquor, order me a Shirley Temple
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| Wearing red shoes, they not Yeezys
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| Come through with the matchin' outfit like the Bee Gees
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| I came from preacher by Wigley in '09
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| To every show, sellin' out CDs
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| They keep tellin' me life is not easy
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| But Imma change the world until they finally believe me
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| So put your hands together like a ouija board
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| For the unsigned hyper, no source
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| Top floor at the Filmore watchin' Andy Mineo
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| Couple months later I was dancin' in the video
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| We were wildin' out with Pablo on the miniboat
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| Hopped out, I did a perfect somersault in the ocean
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| Only word of mouth, no promotion
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| Just a bunch of misfits with love and devotion
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| And my gang is lookin' focused
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| That’s why we lift our glasses to the sky where our hope is
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| Ladies and gentleman
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| The moment you’ve all been waiting for
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| Coming to the stage, the Misfits
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| All been waiting
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| Coming to the stage, the Misfits
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| Social, stage
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| The Misfits
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| I look at the game and I laugh at it
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| Oh, you rap? |
| Here’s a deal
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| Take a stab at it, now there’s a bad habit
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| It’s common sense, only the hot should rap
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| Now everybody and they mother wanna pop they raps
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| C’mon dawg, I work the 9 to 5
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| You gettin' high, wastin' time in the studio, why?
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| Shawty, read the dotted the line
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| You shouldn’t rap if you’re wack
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| Just cause you have a Cadillac, sell crack
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| Doesn’t mean you melt tracks
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| Take yourself back, where you came from
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| Your lame slums
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| Your rhymes are weak, go exercise your brain some
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| You can’t ride with the big dog, big dog
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| I flip rhymes, Fern rock, get the Flex bomb
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| It’s real nice, spit fire, livin' real nice
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| Big contracts, cars, your real ice
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| But when the dough go, car crash, ice melts
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| I remain hot, Fern can’t be stopped
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| Ya cats rappin' ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| Keepin' it so real, and tell 'em, «All you frontin»
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| Like you John Blaze or something
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| I come through, both orange b truck
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| And that was way before rap, same time as Baby GAP
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| Baby, holla at me
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| Ladies and gentleman
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| The moment you’ve all been waiting for
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| Coming to the stage, the Misfits
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| Straight out of the dungeons of rap
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| Coming to the stage, the Misfits
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| Social, stage
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| Social Club
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| Heralding from the, South Florida
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| The most incredible |