| Sweaty as fuck after my show, backstage, met three bitches
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| Video vixens, they ran up on me grabbin at my zipper
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| Asses out straight stuntin, thick like they only ate muffins
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| I smashed two and Dallas, grabbed the other one
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| Pillow talk cuddlin, underneath the sweaty comforter
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| One got her tongue in my ear the others massaging my nuts
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| When suddenly I hear this beeping noise coming from her bra
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| A walkie-talkie sound, she responds like, «We're ready boys»
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| The bed we’re laying in starts to glow, I blink
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| We’re teleported to a place where everything is awkward shaped
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| I mean the suns blue, the snows hot, the trees glow in the dark
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| A light stares right through you and hears your ultimate thoughts
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| It’s weird I tried to stand and got woozy
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| Next thing I know this stripper broad is tied to me Held captive by a race of strange beetle-like creatures
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| A gold one arose and said «Take him to the leader»
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| They marched us through the whole village like a prize catch
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| The natives snapped pictures and threw confetti at us Soaked pinata, they dropped to our knees at the altar
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| Shadow a came up from the throne and walked forward
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| It was the beetle oracle her body sparkled
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| She carried a wooden totem that flickered like a light-strobe
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| Placed it round my neck, jammed her antennas in my head
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| And entered in my brain and planted thoughts where cells were dead and said:
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| Remember that nigga from the hill
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| Up in Brownsville that you used to chill with
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| Fuck hoes and trade games with?
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| Yeah my nigga dolt from the plazas
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| But fuck that nigga he’s a traitor and a little bitch
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| I didn’t mean him, confused him with the snake-race
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| Out of Quadron 10, they want to use our land for digging
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| And they’re gonna blow us up like nitro
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| We summoned you here so you could lead us in battle
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| I was taken, by my apartment, in Moscow, to this spaceship and we went to… |