| Stroke it, smoke it, make it glad
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| It’s not that hard
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| Scrub it, rub it, just sing along
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| It’s not that hard
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| Say it, pray it, turn on the mic
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| And work it like a child
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| Don’t talk to me about wasted youth
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| Like it’s going out of style
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| This is a pipe you cannot smoke
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| This is a beast that you may stroke
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| But in a case of emergency
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| Come on and stroke the shaft
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| Stroke the shaft, make it last
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| Not too fast, the head’s off limits
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| Grip the staff, alpha-mast
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| Cast a grasp, the head’s off limits
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| Scorch it, torch it
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| Make it blaze, man, that was rad
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| Stroke it, don’t choke it
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| Just provoke it, man that was bad, bad ass
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| This is a pipe you cannot smoke
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| This is a beast that you may stroke
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| But in a case of emergency
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| Break the glass and stroke the shaft
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| Stroke the shaft, make it last
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| Not too fast, the head’s off limits
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| Grip the staff, alpha-mast
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| Cast a grasp, the head’s off limits
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| Stroke the shaft, make it last
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| Not too fast, the head’s off limits
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| Grip the staff, razzmattazz
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| Alpha-mast, the head’s off limits
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| Do you remember too fast for love?
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| We fit together like hand in glove
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| We used to make shit levitate, baby, we were so
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| Gotta get my shaft stroked |