(Intro:)
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(Mr. Francis.)*
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Can you turn this beat up for a second?
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(Yeah sure.)
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Yo, check me out, uh.
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I'm a straight up killer and nobody knows it
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I suppose it
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Is much better that way, STAY POETIC!
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You ain't a killer, oh shit
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Keep on believing what seems obvious
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It's all for the dollar dollar bill
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Holler, until you see 'In God We Trust'
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Who do we trust in?
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Present day thug mentality
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Disgusting
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Adjust your chin with a tap to the jaw
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It's a must win situation, askin' for war
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I'm at your door with a paper shredder
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Inserting theA??
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Squirting with your mama's sis
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Until I start murdering with a harmful kiss
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When I *kissing sound*
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She feel victim to the charm that I put on
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My inner hatred detonated the lip balm
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These are fireworks
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When desirable flirts higher their skirts
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I hold the handle of a Roman Candle inside em, IT HURTS!
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Trust me it hurts me more
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I'm thirsty for the tasty blood of dirty whores
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Ages 34 and under
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Whore monger
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I've got a hunger
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Had a more positive outlook when I was younger
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And a much cleaner conscious
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Touch my penis with constance
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Living life with the ambition to F Venus it's nonsense
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I'm a genius of constance and vowel sounds
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See I know how it sounds but take your showers now
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And throw your towels down
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I'll have your bowels drowned in discharge
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Have Homer insisting, "Open your lips Marge!"
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While kids watch, I ish you not
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I'll have Lisa eating meat again
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When we meet again, I'll be the friend
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She always wanted but could never have if she'll believe pretend
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It'll be the end of her loneliness
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I desire only this for her to
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Blow me a kiss and hold me with her innocent arms
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Let my bloodstained hands touch her untrained glands
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Transform
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Whore monger
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Whore monger
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(The bonus verse? Aww, that was like right on time.)
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Whore Monger Freestyle
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| Sage Francis |
