| If you’re looking for a lyricist, here he is
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| Be aware of people merely keeping up appearances
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| I see it clear, you’re a liar, I’m Shakira’s hips
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| Higher than the pyramids, liven the experience
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| Remember me like Miguel tellin' Mama Coco
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| Mafioso on the run out in Acapulco
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| Quasimodo in the tower 'bout to ring some bells
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| You Del Rio’s cuttin' deals finna meet the Snells
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| Very close game, yo, my heart rate is Derek Rose
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| Varicose veins (Gross), I bet I could scare a ghost
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| Fully exposed, I ain’t wearin' clothes
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| Square peg, round hole
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| Yeah, I learned the hard way, Sharon Jones
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| Known to hide behind a mask like I’m Eric Stoltz
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| Aviator wavin' in the air doing barrel rolls
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| I’ve had my share of foes and I don’t care for their approach
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| Tell a naysayer to wake up and smell the marigolds
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| [Verse 2: Term K &
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| Acumental
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| And when it becomes impossible to think
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| You can get me something tropical to drink with an umbrella in it
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| My brain is rotten, there’s too much on the television
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| Pray to God, they say he’s listenin' but I can tell he isn’t
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| Yo, I need a place to masturbate, I need a face to lacerate
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| Okay, you may just have to wait
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| Sadomasochism, I’ma slay yo' pacifistic ass
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| Bending space and time but I could never pass a physics class
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| Might write words 'til I die, type tight type speech
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| Reach heights like birds in the sky
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| I got that crack that you fiend for
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| And Poetics on the beat make it slap like a screen door
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| Honestly, nevermind the facts, I’d rather not agree
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| Pound of weed, doctor said I need a backiotomy
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| Wow, the well-endowed fella yellin' proud
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| Telenovela on the telly, smellin' hella loud and I’m out |