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(spoken word sample)
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Like Manson, like Manson
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Something's fucked up here, it's just not right
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(M. Sayyid)
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I left my crib and slid like some barbeque ribs
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Hit the bridge at 80, puffing a twig, listening to B.I.G.
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The city lied on the side of my wig
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I had to dig for the right street where my man lived
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Pistol Peter Joker, kind of cat who'd sell a gat
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if you swing cottage to a North Dakota broker
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Had an addiction to coca
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Owed cats ? Sosa
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The night was buck like "Thriller"
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I pulled out in front of his villa
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He grinned like ?, with his girl, hopped in the middle
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like "Yo! What the fuck?"
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"Yo! What's up? What's up?"
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"Let's hit this tit joint!"
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Yo, yo, bet like Midler
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Pulling on a Miller,
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We excelled, dipped into the striptease
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slipping trees until my eyes were holier than Swiss cheese
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Feeling 6 for 6 screen like Bixby
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I could barely drive, laughed like the first time I drank St. Ide's and
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twirled
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'til I see the sign "Live girls!"
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Pulled up, locked the window "Yo! Your head's gonna swirl"
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Fuck that, flip, wait 'til you see this shit
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Punany punana-ny-ny
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It's on like 'frigerators
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Bouncers with alligators
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Pit faces like hellraisers wearing
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Cowboy hats patted me down with a frown and half slapped
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Sizzler banging out the system
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Not one busted female
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The spot was more flash than Korean E-mails
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Ass swinging, flopping, ringing more than retail
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One went in front of my eyes
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A couple of rounds went by
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This chick put on a disguise
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like Batman, gave a lapdance
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Pete was talking to this other female in black pants,
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Spandex, topless, swinging tits like reels on Ampex
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I heard her say something like she was ambidex
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He wanted to take it to the next
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Disappear with two bottles of vex
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Then I looked out the window, saw two cats come out a Lex
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Nodded to the bouncer, then pointed to the back where they flexed
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like "Fuck sex! Wait for a check!"
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"Pete! Let's jet! Let's be out! I feel a threat!"
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Then I heard a shriek
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The two cats from the Lex were somehow delete from the scene
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but the scream was definitely a female
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Young, just out of her teens
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The music came to a screech
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"Yo! Where the fuck is Pete?"
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Blood started sticking to my feet
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Then I heard a stripper flap "She's been stabbed!"
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I broke out like a bad rash, back to the ?
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Pete was hiding behind garbage and shit
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Talking about some cats
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who had a full clip to me and that chick but missed
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We rolled like "Fuck yo, I don't know!"
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Dropped him off by the bridge
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Came home to the lab, rolled a bag and took a drag
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thinking
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"Yo! Who popped the stripper?
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Was it my man blowing two L's and flipped on some Jack the Ripper?
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Or those Siamese cats in the Lex, iced like the Big Dipper?
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You paint the picture"
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"Yo! Who popped the stripper?
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Was it my man blowing two L's and flipped on some Jack the Ripper?
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Or those Siamese cats in the Lex, iced like the Big Dipper?
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You paint the picture"
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Who popped the stripper?
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| Anti-Pop Consortium |
