Peace to Thirstin Howl, A. L., and
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Wordsworth
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My mother smoked crack I had a
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premature birth
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I¡¯m just a nerd cursed with badly
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disturbed nerves
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Who wanna be the one to step up
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and get served first
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99% of aliens prefer
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earth
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So I'm here to rule the planet,
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startin' with your turf
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I hid a secret message inside of a
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word search
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With smeared letters runnin'
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together in blurred spurts
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I hang with male chauvinist pigs
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and perverts
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Who point water pistols at women
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and squirt shirts
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Been a bad boy since diapers and
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Gerber's
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My first words were bleep bleep and
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curse curse
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Never had it and I still don¡¯t
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deserve dirt
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My breath still stinks and I¡¯m on
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my third cert
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Yanking out my stitches, and hollering
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"nurse nurse,
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You said this shot would numb it,
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chick it just hurts worse"!
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We're Still #1 Freestyle
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| Eminem |
