I encompass, a circumfrence, of your compass
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Smokey the Bear's opponent, face atonement
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The kama sutra tutor, the Mets rooter
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Shorties like my slick finger like ?Bruce Sooter?
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You caught in this web of the spider
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The High and the Mighty, might be, slightly, violent
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It's High-ly the one to leave the sun rayless
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Now your style's cheaply made like a pair of Payless
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Pick apart your secondary, like Jim Plunkett
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Who woulda thunk it? Titanic-ally, I fuckin sunk it
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Hope to have a spot like George and Wheezy
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Chocolate peanut butter shit, like Reese's and feces
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We sees, the observable, absurdable
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My elements enough to make a kid take a pull
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No preservatives, but I'm still edible
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I need my shit green to remain incredible
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Chorus: Mr. Eon (repeat 2X)
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You don't know the half
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Half of me want it all, the other half-assed
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I'm halfway there
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I be, death-defyin, within def rhymin
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Periphery, I can see the whole vicinity
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[Mr. Eon]
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I be a misfit of science, like Andre the Giant
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You need to SHUT UP, givin divine solids
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Amongst two million, I still be the ill one
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Multiply two zillion, I'ma still come
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with stupidity, turnin Santa to Satan
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Rantin and ravin, while you cave in
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See I love the sugar walls, get with my hand though
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And waxin off will be the death of me like Rambo
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Calisthetics, on any premise, yo well it's
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the Gleam Hornet, Eon, uncommon
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like Brian Piccolo's piccolo
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Mr. Verbal still remain, like Vinny DelNegro
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I shine golden when you see me, like C-3-P-O
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I'm PO'd, by a microphone B-O
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But me though, need the weed green like ?Grit-o?
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Keep that shit tight like Grandpa's Speedos
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Chorus
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[Mr. Eon]
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Your pitiful spittle, pales to the hale
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In full scale, you're straight monorail
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My impact is Amtrak, you toy Lionel
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You're Slinkies and Weebles fail to prevail
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You couldn't even fuck with my echo
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You better let go, desperad', face the barrage
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You can't mess with Eric the Derelict
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Cherish it, while we smoke on this green relish it
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cause I, huff on Dutches, Felipe couldn't spark
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Step into a spot, thinkin I'm a NARC
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It's pathetic, my lifestyle is energetic
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When I wreck the set, even Leon couldn't Lett it happen
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The High induce the hand-clappin
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Hallucinations, that you seen from the rappin
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My hands stink, from the snatch I be slappin
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Step into the Coliseum, what the fuck happened?
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Chorus
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{"You don't even know the half.." ->cut by Mighty Mi
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The Half
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| The High And Mighty |
