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I'm back, blowin' up like the |
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World Trade |
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Throw your hands in the air while the music plays |
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Mind checks |
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Comin' live and direct from |
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Dimension |
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X Where bitches bleed all day with no |
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Kotex Broke necks |
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How deep? |
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Seranaded with these beats |
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About a hundred and fifty-two feet ' |
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Cause the boogyman will steal your soul |
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Don't sleep |
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And now your mind is broken and you feel pain |
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And have you strung out on remote control |
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What you call sanity's what |
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I call insane |
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What you call sanity's what |
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I call insane |
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My mind's flippin' on alcohol |
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I said your mind is broken and you feel pain |
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Tylenol And marijuana |
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Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha |
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Now Madonna done fucked everybody but me |
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But I heard she got the clap (awwww!!) |
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Pass me a |
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Newport, it could be a light |
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Image is nothing so |
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I'ma drink me a |
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Sprite Tonight's the night |
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But my name ain't |
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Betty Wright |
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It's Mr. Bones |
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And aggrivating hoes please leave me alone |
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I'm on my own |
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In my little fucked up world |
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And I ain't got time for silly games little girl ' |
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Cause I'm tryin' to be me |
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And that's all |
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I can be And if you see more, you best a-go and join the |
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Army Arm me |
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With the lyrics and rhythms that |
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I be spittin' |
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I seen it through your panties it was written on your kitten |
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Smellin' like chicken |
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But finger-lickin' |
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Nonetheless |
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And for my big |
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Johnson, I got the propholactic vest |
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So I won't bust no bulky shot |
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And I ain't tryin' to be a father any time soon ' |
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Cause that's highly illogical like |
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Mr. Spock |
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And we only got one hour left in the motel room |
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But that's enough time for me to hit the skin |
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As we both undress |
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I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin |
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Let me fondle on your breasts |
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And if you let me, |
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I'ma bust a nut all up on your chest |
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Bend over let me catch the rhythm as ya moan |
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I love it when you tighten up and try to touch your toes |
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As my dick smashes |
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Crashes What a disaster |
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Clit pleaser, call me the |
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Thigh-Master ' |
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Cause I got a black belt in the art of |
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Wo-Tongue- |
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Fu Let me lick on your vagina as you holler at the moon |
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Now mengo, mango |
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Me and Tisha did the tango |
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But little did |
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I know my girl was looking through the window |
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Fucked up hair, no panties, and bare feet |
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Two...keep on fuckin' like ain't shit up |
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Now what was |
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I to do, throw that bitch out in the street |
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Because a couple more strokes and |
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I'ma bust that nut |
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Three...play it cool, let the shit unfold |
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Calmly get dressed and say, "fuck both of y'all hoes." |
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Woke up in the backseat of a ride |
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Tangled in the seatbelt, smellin' like peroxide |
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Blood keeps gushin' from the side of my head |
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And I wonder to myself am |
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I alive or dead |
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Try to play the lunatic like |
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Lorena Bobbit |
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Reach for my dick, oh my |
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God, I hope she didn't chop it |
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All up in the place, confused and distraught |
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She took back the new |
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Polo shoes that she bought |
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She tried to play me out with a fucked up scheme |
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And then I blinked my eyes and woke from my bad dream --dream --dream --dream --dream --dream --dream |
