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ah man, not quite finished yet…

girl i think,
you just mighta just try-ta pull a muhf-ckin fast one i’m mad
you just hurt my god d-mn feeling, and that was the last one i had
does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade
see the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better cooperate
or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you’re hog tied
mcs get so quiet, you can hear em all f-cking dog whistle when i walk by
colt seavers on a mule, stuntin on that -ss like the f-ckin fall guy
i don’t gas my mercedes after midnight, i treat it like a mogwai
cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids women & men
vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its engine
b-tch gimme them digits while your cringin’
not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,
will i spen-spend even ten cents on you
since when do you think it’s gonna cost me a pretty penny
sh-t if i think a penny’s pretty,
just image how beautiful, a quarter is to me
ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an eskimo by his toe
while he’s tryin to roll a snowball but, don’t make him lose his cool
if he hollers better let him go ya’ll

get up baby get a move on, like a u-haul
you can rack your brain like pool b-lls
you won’t ever think of this sh-t, yeah honey you called?
well here i come, havoc on the beat, i wreak it
evil, i see hear and speak it
lady put your money on shady, f-ck that other weak sh-t
put your eggs in the same basket,
you can count every motherf-ckin chicken ‘fore it hatches
cuz, you can bet your -ss that, we gonna get it crackin
like the kraken & t-tans, when they clash and,
get your brains bashin so bad,
you gonna have kurt cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkin
unfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a f-g’s -sshole
now let’s take that line, run it up the flag pole with elton
see if he’s cool with it, don’t stand there and look stupid at me b-tch
i ain’t in the mood for the sh-t, gif my d-ck, google it till it pops up
ya’ll are so motherf-ckin full of sh-t that your stocked up
me, i’m always sh-ttin diarrhea at the mouth,
till your speakers cr-p out (pthhhhp)
ha, what? girl you got a hot b-tt, like a lit cigarette
but you won’t get a hot fudge sunday from me,
so do not strut my way sl-t, because…

and now that i got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
i’ma show you why i came, so you stop asking me what the f-ck for
not look you little sl-t-c-nt-wh-r-, i know you want more
b-tch it’s time to put the math back in the mathers
cuz i’m a f-ckin’ [problem], run boy!
every flow, got it mastered,
so every last word, hat you f-ckin’ f-gs heard
comes straight from the fish’s -ss,
yeah, in other words, i’m a b-ss-terd [b-st-rd]
lookin’ at me like a killed kenny, gas in the tank? yeah still plenty
no morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, i really don’t feel any
eat your heart out hannibal, understandable why you’re jealous
f-ckin’ animal, i got cannibal magnetism
can’t resist ’em now can ya hoe?
shady, i don’t understand ya flow, understand my flow
b-tch i flow, like troy polamalu’s hair, boy
don’t you dare try to follow or compare boy
i’m raw, you ain’t even medium rare, stay the f-ck outta my hair boy
you can look, you can stare, point,
but you can’t touch i’m too clairvoyant
i don’t get it man, is there a void,
all this weak sh-t, what are my steroids?
well b-tch, i’m back with some sh-t for that -ss,
in ya trunk elephant hemorrhoids
and remember boys…

thank you for coming out. hope you enjoyed the show.
until next time… peace.

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