| Yo, yo, yo, ayo holla' at me, but don’t holla' at me
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| Keep a fat hag with a back fulla bacne
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| His hairline workin' on a 3 shape
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| Spare time smirkin' on how to fake a knee-break
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| A true ache for a splurgery
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| Methods it will take like an unneeded surgery
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| A photoshop 3rd degree burnin' me
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| Just so he could earn a G turn to the furnace, see
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| He sell what he stole like a PF shelltoe
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| Just to get up out the hell hole
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| Stuck like velcro, dwell where the smell old
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| Sharkin' chickens up in Melrose!
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| If you don’t like it, burn them things
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| Get a new pad with them old dad furnishings
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| Known to run stints with the fowl work
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| Ink on the body plus a shoddy prince albert
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| (hook)
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| (Matter ov Fact)
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| Yo, yo it’s clear as the coast is
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| That his vaneers are the grossest
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| Bless a house mic with severe halitosis
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| Nothin' else poppin' for the tall brute
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| Word on the streets that he’s shoppin' for a lawsuit
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| Black man and the short male white
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| Known to jam the brakes with the two blown tail lights
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| So before you set your sail with your flight
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| Just make yourself a shandy and throw some ale in your sprite, iiight?
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| Nigga hit the town trollin', crawlin' out the drivers side hit the ground
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| rollin'
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| Things could be deceiving on the journey
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| Even a love tap and he’s leavin' on a gurney
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| He’s just a poor litigant, who needs a settlement to cope with his torn
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| ligament
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| Neck brace, that’s a fashion accessory
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| For a little taste of the cash in the treasury |