| Stinkin Slumrok:
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| Waved out, blowin' on my gypsy horn
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| Got a totem twice the size, as we light the torch
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| Battle cats get deported
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| Overseas from the mic as we ride the storm in
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| Bisk:
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| These catfish rappers see the realness, so they hate it
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| I’m just grateful that I made it out the matrix
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| All I see is rain, predictin' the weather
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| Think I’m playin'? |
| you’ll go missin' forever
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| Stinkin Slumrok:
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| So who’s next on the def list?
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| Lend me ya limbs dun let YA head rest kid
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| Don Pong
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| Straight in the spot just like tetris
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| Big batty girl, ya make the boy restless
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| Bisk:
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| I need a pyrex, fuck a bigger tele
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| I could go and take the piss but I’ve been already
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| Me and Pocahontas
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| Pokin' pussy, gettin' blunted
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| Playin' funky in the forest, tryna make some monkey
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| Bridge:
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| All these kids are askin' «What the fuck’s goin' on?!»
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| Forever aim high, shoot at the moon, fire your bong
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| All these kids are askin' «What the fuck’s goin' on?!»
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| We’ve only come for a minute to leave your mind gone
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| All these kids are askin' «What the fuck’s goin' on?!» |
| It’s whatever that you want it to be, bringin' it raw. |
| *Duck down*
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| Swoop in, jeapordising ya force
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| Likkle pikney boy, won’t surive for the war
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| Bisk:
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| Flip the game, I’m just sane when I’m sober-so
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| Know your role, probably die from an overdose
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| Role your boat down the stream of the comatose. |
| *Lah-lah-lah*
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| Now shit’s gettin' ill
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| Fuckin' deal, bust a pill, tryna levitate
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| Shit’s real, Why?
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| Here niggas never safe
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| That’s why I medicate to levitate
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| But sometimes you gotta regulate
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| Use the fire in my heart tryna free my soul
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| All the different roads meet at the end
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| Now I go sleep when my belly full
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| I guess I had enough of feeding my friends
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| Stinkin Slumrok:
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| Still I down More pints in a day than tel
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| Looks like Slummy’s fucked up again. |
| *Aaah, fuckin' hell*
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| But stiiill, ya girly wants to whine on the willy
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| Loves to take the ram, go goat like Gruff Billy
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| Bisk:
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| I Love what I know, and I hate what I don’t
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| But I’m runnin outta time, no places to go
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| Never been serious, everything’s material
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| I don’t love you, but I like you like cereal |
| Stinkin Slumrok:
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| Now Motherfucker
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| Come and get crunched
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| While we’re still slumped
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| Watchin' the fort, seekin badonk
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| All the same shit, just another day of the week
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| Out tryna tame this monster that resides in my swamp |