| Ying Yang friends
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| Ying yang friends
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| T.J.
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| Bo Burnham. |
| Love this dude. |
| Friends forever, right man?
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| Yeah, bro.
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| Ebony and Ivory. |
| 'Cept we both Ivory, motherfuckers!
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| Yeah, man. |
| Hear that beat? |
| That’s heavy, man. |
| That’s heavy.
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| We gotta respect one another. |
| I respect his work, y’all.
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| I respect his family.
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| Yeah, I’ll respect your families, y’all.
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| It’s the illest, still silliest Dr. Seuss
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| I fuck witches, bitches, make Goody Proctor loose
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| Yea, I went to the zoo and I fisted a goose
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| And while my hand was inside it, I threw up the deuce
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| Bruce. |
| Die hard. |
| «Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?»
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| I’m the fresh young kid, you the saggy old Phyllis
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| Diller kid; |
| I’m the DJ killer
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| Now I’m passing the mic off to TJ Miller, what!
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| It’s the silliest, illiest illiest Dr. Seuss
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| I fuck witches make Doctors Proctors loose
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| I went to the zoo man, and fisted a goose
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| When my hand was inside her, I threw up two fingers
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| Die hard!
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| Yo, TJ, those are my rhymes, dude
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| And stealin' my rhymes, dude, is borderline rude
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| What are you talking about, man? |
| What’s the deal
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| I mean, did the Beasty Boys do--
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| No, the Beasty Boys emphasize words at the end--
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| Saying the same words. |
| All right, I’ll do something different.
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| Okay.
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| Yo, TJ, that’s my rhymes, dude. |
| And stealin' my rhythms is borderline rude.
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| You’re joking, right? |
| That’s the same-
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| No, I’m singing. |
| That’s the, I’m doing the now.
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| That’s now how…, okay, I’ll give you a word.
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| Just, rhyme… just rhyme a word… look.
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| The best duo around, ain’t no one bigga
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| I wanna give a shout-out to all my niggas!
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| No, dude, we can’t fucking say that, are you serious?
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| What? |
| You said it yesterday in the car!
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| I was, okay. |
| I was singing along to the song that I enjoy.
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| Whatever, man. |
| You said it in the car.
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| When you say it in the car, you say it outdoors!
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| Are you, like, in one of your moods today or whatever?
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| Yeah, mood. |
| Y’know.
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| I get it. |
| I’m always in a mood. |
| I’m always-
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| Well, it seems like- all right, just please rap. |
| Can you just start rapping?
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| Oh yeah, no sure. |
| I’ll rap. |
| I love rapping.
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| Okay, go.
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| I got so much sadness, so much shame
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| 'Cause when we go on stage, they always scream your name
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| No. Look. |
| No, man. |
| No one’s leavin' you out
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| It’s just, «Bo, Bo!» |
| is easy to shout
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| When we share hotel rooms, I feel like a creep
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| 'Cause I like masturbating while watching you sleep
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| Yo, that’s fucked up, dude.
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| Man, you said, «Bo, trust me»
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| Now I know why all my pillows are crusty
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| I’m really, really worried and a bit annoyed
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| It seems you’re sending signals like some fucked up Sigmund Freud shit
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| I’ll never be like you. |
| You’ll always be better.
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| Yo, just wake me up next time. |
| We’ll jack off together!
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| That’s not what I wanna do!
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| We can rent a movie or something.
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| Come on, don’t be weird, man.
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| It’s just difficult because obviously, you’re the better rapper.
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| No, it’s not-
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| Yeh, in this situation…
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| Better is a stupid word. |
| We balance each other out.
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| I’m not some special needs kid, okay.
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| No- well, all right.
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| Yeah, there’s always one person’s better.
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| Can we just-
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| You’re Justin Timberlake, I’m the rest of N’Sync.
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| Ying Yang Friends! |
| 1, 2, punch. |
| Hungry still? |
| Here’s some lunch
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| We’re Dodo. |
| Ring like Fodo. |
| Quasimodo got a hunch
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| Mess with us, we’ll fuck your daughter, take her out, break her water
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| Now TJ, please, make the track even hotter
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| I can’t 'cause you’re the better man
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| Everybody likes you; |
| and the plan
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| Is always your decision, you’re the best
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| Look at TJ, make fun of his sweatervest
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| When girls wanna sleep with you, they talk to me
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| Then you tell them, «Hey, walk over here with me»
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| Then you make out with them when clearly
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| I was talking to her all night at the bar;
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| Clearly a very attractive red head who is into photography.
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| It seems like you have issues that you need to work out
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| before you step out into the recording studio.
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| Well, then, why don’t I work them out on my own. |
| I get it, okay… It’s over
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| We done here
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| Yeah, we’re done;
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| Don’t let the door hit you on the time you go out of the… exit.
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| Yo, yo, yo…
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| YING YANG FRIENDS.
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| Lets do this again!
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| Yeah!
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| Friends forever! |
| 'Til the end, motherfuckers.
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| See you tomorrow?
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| Peace. |