I say first priorities, r descussin me
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At maccy ds at about half three
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What you munching on?
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Ur Quarter-pounder with cheese?
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Chatting about me and my abilities
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Now S.O.V u wish!
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S.O.V can´t speak!
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S.O.V just quit!
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Aw whatever don´t talk wid ur mouth full!
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That´s right discussing me, it´s all publicity
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Even if u don´t like me ur still dashing
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my name around the city
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Its all good though, blup blup publicity for free!
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White midget, ahuh might fidget
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Somebody just dialled my digits
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Is it for ur nan? Ha! Is it? Flatter
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for the way that u use ur credit
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If you go say im nobody
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Well if im nobody then why are u ringing me?!
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U drained ur credit that´s filling it
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Wow my style, u sure ur not feeling it?
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Blah blah blah blah blah
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What we tell dem? In one ear
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and it comes stright out the other
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Repeating urself like u got a stutter
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Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah
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Why do we ever suffer? I dunno
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All ur words in my brain turning into clutter
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Repeating urself like u got a stutter
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Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah
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People want to classify me as an Eminem
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What hear what im a different kind of specimen
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Just because I be a white Caucasian
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Doesn´t mean me and him are the same because
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One im not American
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Two im not a man
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Three I come into with a different kind of plan
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Setting the facts straight cos I know that I can
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Will it ever wait cos I do the ultravan
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Categories I don´t fit into any
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Why? Im onto top the stars many
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Writing out more lines than Burberry
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Then it will be like a victim of 20
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(spits)
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make them drink my saliva off the floor
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that spit not spat
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when I walked in the door
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release my metaphor
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like cor blimey its the while girl ess oh vee!
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Blah blah blah blah blah
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What we telling dem? In one ear
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and it comes straight out the other
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Repeating urself like u got a stutter
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Wid all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah
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Why do we ever suffer? I dunno
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All ur words in my brain turning into clutter
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Repeating urself like u got a stutter
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Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah
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Yo listen up
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I know u dont boast about me over your Sunday roast
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Or mid-morning cheese on toast
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But when I found out you´re talking
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Its all different you start squawking
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"SOV I never said that!"
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"SOV u know u aint white"
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"SOV I love your track"
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Well what you want bitch a pound in d bank?
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I´m varying cos im soon to be beg friend
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From the bed friend comes the next blahbarian
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They only start caring
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when ur preparing the next big riddem
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Dat gets the kids rehin
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and Oh god I got posh people swearing
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The rich (ch-ching) the poor the snobs the whores
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Oh dear Blahbarians galore!
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Blah blah blah blah blah
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SHUTTUP! in 1 ear and it comes straight out the other
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Repeating urself like u got a stutter
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Wid all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah
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Why do we ever suffer?
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All ur words in my brain turning into clutter
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Repeating urself like u got a stutter
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Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah
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Blah Blah
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| Lady Sovereign |
