| He’s got cirrhosis of the liver from the eighty proof
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| Folliculitis makes his neck look like a baby ruth
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| The truth? |
| He needs a filling for his baby tooth
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| This ibs be disagreeing with kuwaiti soups
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| But go and ask yout cousin Katie with the hoops
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| She’ll tell you ladies loving him like Warren Beatty in his youth
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| His new recruit has the fierce pimples on her rack
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| And on top of that, she’s got the pierced dimples on her back
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| Me, myself, I like medieval wimples on a hack
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| The Groggy Pack, never coming simple on a track
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| In fact, it’s surely that his dong rankles
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| From shorty with the baggy thong and the strong ankles
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| But ask your cousin dawn with the cankles
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| She’ll tell you ladies fawn for the jawn not the bankroll
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| His newest troll, he cajoled on a bed
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| Said she’d wed for a shed and tires with old tread
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| Cue the fan, let the cloak blow into the cam
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| The crew surviving off some toast and a slew of a jam, damn
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| Pork and beans, running through the can
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| The whole doppelgang living in a fuschia van
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| Coast to coast they maneuver through the land
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| And still have the nerve to boast, yelling out who the man?
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| You the man, nah Matter ov Fact, you the man
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| Fuck it E, yo the both of us two the man
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| It’s Matter ov Fact, the moocher and the future diabetic
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| Just finished opening his twenty seventh line of credit
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| He’s burdened with that skinny fat, he’s out here trying to shed it
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| He stuffs his face and use a laxative and diuretic
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| But ask your auntie Allison the medic
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| She’ll tell you ladies lining up to help him with his calisthenics
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| His newest friend’s a thin hag with some skin tags
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| Who walks around with everything she owns inside a gym bag
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| He’s living at the motor inn with older kin, dag
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| Got gin dribbling off his chin watching sinbad
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| It’s sad, he’s selling merch plus the percosets
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| It’s chatroullette and pawg searches when he surfs the net
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| His old earth, that’s how whe met Bernadette
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| She’ll tell you ladies writing checks to help curb the debt
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| And yet, his newest prospect in throgs neck
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| Got the odd scent plus she lives inside a convent |