| Some sad shit even your ad libs was bad kid
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| No way in hell you gon' pack loot like Madlib
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| Damn your crew abandoned you like dad did
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| Did I do that shit? |
| I’m (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| It’s your friendly neighborhood «Fuck You I Rhyme Better» Man
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| Bound to make more top ten list than David Letterman
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| Meanwhile in a hot church you couldn’t get a fan
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| Me lose? |
| Never man I’m (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| We got fly women at the showcase
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| While that chick on your arm’s better off with no face
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| Not even top 3 you’re luck to see forth place
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| I stay doing tour dates. |
| I’m (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| And Stan could slap you out your South Pole
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| Keep it up and get your mouth stole ‘til you’re out cold
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| Damn right I’m trying to make the name household
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| Never will I fold. |
| I’m (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| Shorty came in here with you
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| All on mine should be clinging to you
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| But I really don’t mind it don’t seem that she do either
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| Could be that I’m (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| Or son it’s the swagger
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| And that I lay pipe like a damn plumbing master
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| If she ran away from you, I’m who she’s running
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| 'Cause this bastard is (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| And she can bare witness to that
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| Knew from how she stared at the kid when he rapped
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| Gone for 5 minutes and she missing a cat
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| Guess she getting attached ‘cause I’m (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| Or maybe your sticking is lame
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| And that’s the real reason that you’re missing a dame
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| Now you’re home jacking off ‘til your dick is in pain
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| All ‘cause I’m spitting flames as (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| I know the shit isn’t fair
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| 'Cause you can’t see me like the vision impaired
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| And I rip and I tear thru the kick and the snare
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| Like the biggest of bears ‘cause I’m (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| This grizzly gets busy!
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| While you all handle balls like Doug Christie
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| You’s a Sac King. |
| Mute your yapping
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| When I do the damn thing ‘cause I’m (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| Yo… I’m a renaissance man
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| If they ever broke the mold probably did it on Stan
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| If you plan to go to war, keep spitters on standby
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| Can’t lie man I’m (THAT DAMN GOOD!)
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| On some full blown AIDS shit not to be played with
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| Competition love it so much they have to hate it
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| Frustrated, like handless thieves they can’t take it
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| Real skills you can’t fake it I am (THAT DAMN GOOD!) |