| I spit a very loud noun turn up your stereo sound
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| I spin a record like a weapon on a merry-go-round
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| Then I hold it ‘til I let it go I know that there’s no less to know
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| I scold you like I told you cause I’m colder than an eskimo
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| With no regrets, I blow the set
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| Expose you like a Boba Fett
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| Your hocus pocus jokers leave you chokin' ‘til you’re soaking wet
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| The toe tapper, fonejacker
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| Microphone cracker, cracking
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| Then I quit the jibber-jabber
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| Flick a dagger hit a swagger
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| Never stammer with the grammer
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| I, put it together like Bruce Banner with the Gamma
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| Smashing atoms
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| Till you’re thrash round in spasms
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| Clash your santa, I imagine
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| Deeper than a thousand fathoms
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| I come a dalai lama, a leader like Obama
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| Diorama drama farmer, lost initiative like Dharma
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| Bring a ladder, raising bells
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| To separate your cells
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| you elevate
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| Just to educate yourself
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| I’m resonating frequency
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| And decimate your decency
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| Detonate your decibels to demonstrate so easily
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| That even with the freedom of the speech we use so frequently
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| Summon up the alphabet use each component equally
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| 3D in all dimensions, exceed your expectations
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| I’ll be first to leave an entrance like my name was Leeroy Jenkins |