You can't stop it if I stop you I can
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Here comes Jess, the garbage man
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Ooh ahh, I'll FADE ya on your face and then I'll place ya
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Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom
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And a baseball bat, swing for the RICHES
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Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches
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Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed
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We used to call pants britches!
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Ha yeah oh no! JESS yo yo Mr. Homo
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All right let's settle down it's time for class and Mr. Robins Brown
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Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! It's about time you busted a nut!
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'Bout time you let go, bout time
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You found out retarded people are slow
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But they're smarter inside cause they can hide their true feelings
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True stealing I'm jumpin' off of you
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Can you feel my card hand dealing? I'm dealin lucky numbers
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And if you're the next one you might stumble down that
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Flight of stairs, but I don't care there ain't no help for you
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There ain't no repair you might end up make you bleed
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You ain't movin, Chrsitopher Reeves Oh no! Oh no!
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Yo I'm still me, I'm still the same, I'm still the same I ever been
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I'm still the betta best best that there ever been
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And then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boat
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I tried to see Ryan Gee float but he just can't
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He took off his pants he put bugs and ants right up his ass
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Creepin' around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme
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To make sure he was...(fade out)
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Drunken Freestyle
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| CKY (Camp Kill Yourself) |
