Yo Anthony man, you just texted me again man
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Nah man no, he's trynna, he's trynna get me to do a verse on his shit
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Yeah same dude that used to talk all that shit back in the day
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It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man
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[Verse 1]
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Surrounded by all these little piggies
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Round a pool table, holding on a glass full of empty
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When them rappers came out of nowhere to hit the spotlight
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Oinking at the crowd about who cares and not quite
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Pretty sure there was more on stage
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Than there was in attendance in the rest of the place
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I tried to give a listen, it was impossible
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The main dude sounded like his motherfucking mouth was full
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Understand what that train wreck looks like
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You've seen it before, bad rapper with a good mic
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Screaming like he means it like it's a classic verse
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Couldn't even make out a fraction of them words
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Minnesota, too nice for its own good
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Half of y'all should still have a cold foot
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Order me a refill, try to block it out
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And act like these little pigs didn't come from this brick house
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[Hook X2]
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Never meant to be a part of you or you
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I just want to be a part of one two, the one two
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[Verse 2]
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Get off the stage, smack your crew
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Real friends wouldn't let you act like a fool
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Your beats go "fa, fa, foof"
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And your girlfriend pretends that she don't even know you
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In your late twenties, ain't making any money
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Like an overweight ballerina, sad and funny
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We all think you so damn wild
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The way y'all still rock that talent show style
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No one's impressed with your extended set
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Except your idiot friends that you scribbled on the guest list
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Just to be clear, Atmosphere in here
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If you spitting a cappella I'ma spit in your beer
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[Hook X2]
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[Verse 3]
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Ten minutes later and they still up they yapping shit
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Turn the sound down and let us read the captions kid
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You did a song that was so damn passionate
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I almost had to piss my pants when I was laughing at it
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You look so goddamn dramatic man
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Everybody pulled out their phones to call an ambulance
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Your CD-R needs a little CPR
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You makin faces like you should of played the lead guitar
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You ain't an MC, you an MC's wardrobe
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Freak of culture like a white girl with cornrows
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Go ahead and do you, don't front
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If rap is just another excuse to smoke blunts, huh
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It's alright man, get yourself a hype man
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And come take up a couple more minutes of our life span
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Twin cities, tighten up and get busy
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Got all these little piggies trynna suck on these big titties
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[Hook X2]
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Of one two, the one two
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Of one two, the one two
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One two, the one two
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The one two, the one two
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That's Not Beef, That's Pork
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| Atmosphere |
