| Oh my God!
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| Is that, is that Murs?
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| Well, well I don’t see Tech so you think we can talk to him?
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| I just wanna ask him a few questions
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| What is the exact date that you received your Strange necklace?
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| And what exactly is it that Tech N9ne eats for his breakfast?
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| And how does he crease his pants?
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| How does he make the people dance?
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| And what is that sign he throws up every time he sees his fans?
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| And who’s that guy in the van? |
| Alien on the drums?
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| Is he an illegal immigrant? |
| Where the heck is he from?
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| And who’s that white guy that’s so nasty on the bass?
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| And what exactly is wrong with Krizz Kaliko’s face?
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| Fuck that
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| How does my dick taste?
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| Why is you tryna dictate?
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| Why is you asking all these questions?
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| Can’t you see that I’m shit faced?
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| I’m off that Caribou Lou
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| I ain’t tryna do an interview with you
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| I done had like one, two, four, or five, a few too many
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| But if any of you bitches wanna talk about fuckin' or suckin'
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| Or practicing the erotic art of human reproduction
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| Then we got something to discuss
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| If not get the fuck up off the bus
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| Why is you tryna bust my balls when I’m just tryna bust a nut
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| Fuck
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| What’s the situation?
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| Why you want that information?
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| Is this an interrogation?
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| What is you the police?
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| What you tryna do?
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| Feel like it’s an interview
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| Who are you reporting to?
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| What is you the police?
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| Acting like you pacing
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| What charges am I facing?
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| Am I under investigation?
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| What is you the police?
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| Why you wanna know?
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| What you questioning me for?
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| Oh you must be on patrol
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| What is you the police?
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| What is you the police?
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| What is you the police?
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| What is you the police?
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| What is you the police?
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| Why you wanna know?
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| What you questioning me for?
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| Oh you must be on patrol
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| What is you the police?
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| I ain’t got no time for you to be questioning me, messing with me
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| Wondering if broads steady effing with me, definitely
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| I am high profile like Griselda’s dope file
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| Why you think I’m aggy when you spoke trial
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| I’m ghost now
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| I was never fond of no handcuffs
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| Ain’t no relationship good when they havin' you jammed up
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| Insecurities, her and her crew were accusers
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| Makin' life hella blue like a Hoover
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| Having a perfect partner is the way of the future
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| The way of the future
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| The way of the future
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| The way of the future
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| Run away from one, go down to the bar and come back with a two-fer
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| Taking 'em up to the room and engage in a three, put 'em both in an Uber
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| Sherlock Holmes, no longer punching her twat no
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| She’s a for sure cop like in that Roger Murtaugh show
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| Like having hella coppers deployed to bring me more heat
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| Now I question you like a D-Boy
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| Is you the Police?
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| What’s the situation?
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| Why you want that information?
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| Is this an interrogation?
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| What is you the police?
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| What you tryna do?
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| Feel like it’s an interview
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| Who are you reporting to?
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| What is you the police?
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| Acting like you pacing
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| What charges am I facing?
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| Am I under investigation?
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| What is you the police?
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| Why you wanna know?
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| What you questioning me for?
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| Oh you must be on patrol
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| What is you the police?
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| What is you the police?
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| What is you the police?
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| What is you the police?
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| What is you the police?
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| Why you wanna know?
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| What you questioning me for?
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| Oh you must be on patrol
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| What is you the police?
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| What goes around, it comes around
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| The truth is always told and found
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| It’s going down
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| Upped my buzz so now they wanna know about
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| What I did, where I think I’m going, who I know around the way
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| But a motor mouth composure, what I won’t allow
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| Cause what I do and what I say is my prerogative
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| Major pain, when every phrase you face is interrogative
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| Many bear witness, many names remain anonymous
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| A lot of times, the truth and lies all sound the same like homonyms
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| Polly want a cracker, now I’m talking on that polygraph
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| Actin' like I’m movin' weight, dropped a couple bodybags
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| Analyzin' body language, read him no Miranda Rights
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| With no attorney present, or evidence, so they can’t indict
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| Lip is tight, unless you hit the superman with kryptonite
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| Soon as homie ousted, all he want to do is get inside
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| Which is why, keep your circle tight, bitches switchin' sides
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| Long as we got trust within us, there is never shit to hide
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| What’s the situation?
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| Why you want that information?
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| Is this an interrogation?
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| What is you the police?
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| What you tryna do?
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| Feel like it’s an interview
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| Who are you reporting to?
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| What is you the police?
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| Acting like you pacing
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| What charges am I facing?
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| Am I under investigation?
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| What is you the police?
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| Why you wanna know?
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| What you questioning me for?
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| Oh you must be on patrol
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| What is you the police? |