| Rap has been many many good to me
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| Uh! |
| yeah! |
| yeah! |
| uh!
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| Ohh!
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| Holy fucking shit
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| Crisis
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| Uh! |
| Joe Shmoses
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| Yeah, you don’t wanna mess with the Shmoses
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| God bless you on a bed of roses
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| Yeah! |
| check it out
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| Yeah! |
| yeah!
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| I came up in the go like Rich Dailey
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| While Ming Lee on that fuck you pay me shit
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| But you could trust me to babysit
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| Got love but to you big Dan not Sam Dusky
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| Wouldn’t start man ma fam husky
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| Word of rusty truth Lance and the Cats out in Cali
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| Must be Dane if you Demanding a track kill
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| Hung we at the fam and in the banned lam planted in
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| The cram van outside a mansion
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| After hours, he’s ours
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| I’m after his pension rapping on another dimension
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| Must have dementia thinking i’m less than the best
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| And the rest becomes suck on ma Wilson’s
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| Holly Gough, individually they each the size of a volley ball
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| Bring it on put ma mind loaded against your nine
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| Melodic nine times out you mine
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| Yeah yeah uh, you don’t wanna mess with the Shmoses
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| God bless you on a bed of roses
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| I don’t really have opponents
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| Splack cork a back like Sammy Sosa
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| Go good to go, check it out
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| Ima make the best out of this got work
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| Plus rock the shit out of this concert
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| Make up with your fans convert when they converse
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| Sound like they went and seen a bomb burst
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| Funky like the water that your mom burst
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| Old school simulator sucking momma’s honkers
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| Milk does the body good strength of a boxer
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| Yeah! |
| I put your face on the boulevard
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| Weakly, struggle on the pullup bar
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| Pull up hard your arms about to pull apart
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| No destiny, you couldn’t fulfil a fart
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| More clapping i’ll be rapping more
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| You stinking rap like the slacks on Macklemore
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| 50 buck T-shirt, 200 Jeans on, buck fifty Jordans
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| Fuck that dude theme song cannabis is in ma lung
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| Burn a rapper frail like a pale animal that’s in the sun
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| Yeah yeah uh, rap has been many many good to me
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| You don’t wanna mess with the Shmoses
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| God bless you on a bed of roses
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| I don’t really have opponents
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| Splack cork a back like Sammy Sosa
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| You don’t wanna mess with the Shmoses
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| God bless you on a bed of roses
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| I don’t really have opponents
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| Splack cork a back like Sammy Sosa
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| Blah! |