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[announcer]
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Hi!! How's it goin alright fellas
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Ladies and gents, welcome to a new edition of uhh
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"Tap Talk USA" with your host..
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Louis.. St. Ide's Donkey Dick, yeah
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Today we will be interviewing my pal my good buddy uhh
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Big Al
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[Willy Scratch]
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Willy Scratch, that's me, Willy Scratch!
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I like to scratch my ass!
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[announcer]
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How you doin Willy Scratch?
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Well when the lemonade is on the line,
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and the milk is in the back pocket,
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and the burgers are on the floor,
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what do you like to do most?
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[Willy Scratch]
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Aww I scratch the two tumors in my BLOOMERS!
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That's what I love to do, it's the best!
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(JE-ZUS CHRIST!! BROTHER LOVE LOVES YOU)
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[announcer]
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Ohh-kay, that's a little word
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from our preacher over here on the right, but uhh
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When the uhh shit hits the fan,
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and your uhh, tissue hits the hand,
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and you wipe the diarrhea and you put it in a pan,
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what do you come up with?
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[Willy Scratch]
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I get golden showers on my fucking asshairs
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and on my mustache I wipe it in your glass! HAHAHA!
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(Je-zus save you! BROTHER LOVE LOVES YOU)
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.. "I wanna say a few words to you guys,
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that I've been thinking about backstage."
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[Kurious]
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Three cheers for my peers for the brew that I'm consumin
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No knockin what I'm rockin cause my confidence is boomin
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Sort of like a eight-oh-eight, but a fake note
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Not (??) again loop, without a paid show
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(Daaamn) Take a quick dip in my moat
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Kurious the magician I'm laid back like dope
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or valium, or (??) be chillin like I wanna
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A freezer full of 40's and a pocket full of scarma
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Shit is on the verge to break
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Throw on my fluffy white hat with a tendency to bake
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motherfuckers til they're cripsy, I mean fuckin BURNED
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Bout time that you learned kid
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Check what I did flip the lid of my brew
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Givin a quip (??) a dollar or two
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C.M. crew, rocks more pull than a ox
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(Where can I check this out?) Fresh out the box
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"Fresh out the box.." -> Run-D.M.C. {*scratched*}
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[Kurious]
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Check it out
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No it doesn't take a sleuth, to know I'm hundred proof
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I raise the fuckin roof, get looser than a tooth
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in a, elderly's gums, I collect healthier sums
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of loot when I'm out drinkin with the bums
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Pour in contributions, slide to the liquor spot
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Brothers put their money on me cause I'm figured to rock
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Yeah, with that shit that booms
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Hoppin trains is a pain I maintain in the tombs
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Crack the judge with a grudge, "I don't like Puerto Ricans"
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Speakin on the Jones, made bail, and now I'm leapin and jumpin
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True to the time, my shit is pumpin
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Think you wanna talk? I'm dumb, I don't know nothin
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Jack shit, suck a fat dick you fuckin bastard
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I'm illy with the (??), drinkin wines gettin plastered
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while you maintain, in your donut shops
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Kids runnin with glocks, fresh out the box
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"Fresh out the box.." -> Run-D.M.C. {*scratched*}
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[Kurious]
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Uhhh, check it out
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Dropper of the funk, not a beef initiator
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Temperature's on, rise like the equator
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Later for the bullshit, save the tip for the waiter
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"Was the pussy good sir?" I don't know, I never ate her
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Plant tabs on my tongue so my thoughts can grow
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"Aiyyo your lyrics is corn," like the, one on my toe
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To get with Kurious you gots ta keep on tryin son
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And when it comes to fucks - nah I don't give a flyin one
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If fucks had wings yo I'd be flyin forever
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Pullin on a lover with her pet
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A peacock lover dipped in ink, you're +Pretty in Pink+
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Molly Ringwald got scald, the water in the sink
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was red hot -- OOPS, almost forgot
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And if the honey look good, I walk her like a rott-
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-weiler, I style her, in other words sport her
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She tried to dig my pockets (BUS-TED) but yo I caught her
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Sorta bugged ain't it? Dig the flow of the rhyme
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You know the hoe fainted when I showed her mine
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Jumpin out the socks whether cotton or mesh
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Guaranteed out the box, that my shit stay fresh
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Fresh Out the Box
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| Kurious |
