| Yeah, yee
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| JPEG motherfuckin' MAFIA
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| (Look bitch, I’m nauseous, yeah)
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| You know it’s motherfuckin', JPEGMAFIA, know what I mean
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| (Look bitch, I’m nauseous, conscious)
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| It’s nasty
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| Son
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| Look bitch, I’m nauseous, I’m movin' cautious
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| I’m smokin' dope to clear my conscience, a fuckin' martian
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| Peggy, how you spit so awkward, the beat be barkin'
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| I’m peepin' Breakfast Club, like, «Damn, I wish I was a part»
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| At your crib, I’m at your job, I’m like a fuckin' stalker (Yeah)
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| Forty buck turn Steven Universe to Steven Hawking (Nasty)
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| I’m 'bout them commas, fuck your comments
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| I tote a llama (Brrat), in I-R-L you got no armor, I got no father (Nah)
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| Catch me at the harbor, these crackers harmless
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| You ain’t a shooter, bitch, that’s fuckin'-
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| Talkin' shit on Twitter, bitch, what you accomplish?
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| Nothin'
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| Like, why does that even make any sense?
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| Do you know what I mean?
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| Like, shit like that, there should be some sort of a rule
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| Unless there’s like, like, yeah, like, like, inability to consent, like,
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| contest that decision
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| Anybody should-
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| I mean, she’s not right, so
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| Do you know what I mean?
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| It’s not right
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| I’m good, I’m good, it’s just like, yeah |