[Eon]
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One day I launched a rocket up into the moon
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And landed on a crater in a blue lagoon
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Three girls in the nude, in the pool they had room
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Screamin, "Starbuck we wanna have a orgy with you!"
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But never in my life had I seen green bitches
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And when I want they would grant me three wishes
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One was a pound of the blue moon hydro
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Twistin it up, watch my divine mind blow
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Two was a pair, of gravity boots
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With a space helmet, and a Nike moon suit
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They took me from the pool up to the bedroom
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Where wish number three, my dick they consumed
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They hittin me off orally so lovely
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Now those dainty ladies they took it easily
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Time flew by, no weed, time to leave
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It's time to get back to Earth at breakneck speed
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I told the moon bitches that I'd see 'em again
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And thank you very much for the weed and the head
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They were three moon girls, I fucked every one
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That story is over - "but my rhyme ain't done!"
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[Cage]
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This is how I get where the fuck I get
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I went to Harlem so I could get some wet
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I bought the dutch out of the bodega
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Left a cloud of black smoke in the air
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Took a '99 Beetle - on a magical mystery tour
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Your, narrator's pedal hits the floor
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Saw a hardcore, punk rave bitch yellin, "Fuck the law!"
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Guzzlin alcohol, leather jacket and a bra
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Boots militant, her nose caked up with ketaset
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Kicked her in the face, yellin Kent
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Dipped cigarette, Masai Bai is on cassette
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I'm chewin on her nipples like nicorette
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Crashed into a Corvette, doin eighty
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Face hit the back she went through the glass of the Mercedes
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(Oh shit!) Crushed all her bones - and I heard every one
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That crime is over - "but my rhyme ain't done!"
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[Eon]
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Captain Crunch was a slanger of narcotic cereals
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And Toucan Sam was his right hand "MAN"
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Now Sam was a skimmer, a mini-wheat slinger
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Killed Count Chocula with the snap of his finger
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Tony the Tiger was his arch-enemy
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So anthrax Apple Jacks disguised as Sugar Smacks
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To add to that, he was flippin Fruity Pebbles
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Told the hoe to hit the skids, cause Trix was for kids
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Snap Crackle Pop sellin Krispies on your block
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Lucky the Leprechaun is suckin up top
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My man Sugar Bear was the one they feared most
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Cause he was always known to pack that Cinnamon Toast
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Boo Berry got caught, at the Honeycomb Hideout
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The man with the Wheaties was a former wide out
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There were ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
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That story is over - "but my rhyme ain't done!"
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[Cage]
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I met this kid named Bob Skarm(?), he had a farm
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His pops got shot by his little brother in the front lawn
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So he inherits the land, comes up with a master plan
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Put Cuba out of B.I., he hands me a C.I.
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I got a half a acre, need help with the cultivatin
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Thirty-percent of the gross, hands me toast, let's roast
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I got a four-wheeler, no street dealers will mega Cage
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Won't even leave the state and drop +Indelible+ "Weight"
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(What?) Pushed the plow, from here to Moscow, where do I start now?
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Burn the crops if you see cops call blaow blaow
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I got it, whippin the tractor blotted
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Before the first harvest in the corn rows Cage spotted
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the tail ends, under surveillance, merc the crop
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Run up, (?) got knocked for the smoke lookin at twenty summers
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Six hundred plants, and they burnt every one
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That story is over - "but my rhyme ain't done!"
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[Eon]Now I'ma tell you what the fuck this means
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[Cage]From nine one four L.E.S. and Queens
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[Eon]Two lyrical technicians that came to play
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Number one Smut Peddler ("Eon and Cage!")
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Just a little somethin that we made up
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[Cage]Sick lies on time, Mighty Mi on the cut
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[Eon]Some of it is fiction, and some of it fact
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[Cage]Now they love a dumb rap on a heavy drum track
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[Eon]They were mad fuckin hoes and we fucked every one
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That story is over.. "and my rhyme is done!"
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My Rhyme Ain't Done
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