Now on the runway in la
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The girls be catching vapors and its strictly hey hey
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And I say hey hey and they say who you
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And I say that I¡¯m the man they callin mrs. Doodoo
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And they say why's that and I say well cause
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Cause all the good good loving mrs. Doodoo does
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And they say bullshit and I say check my creds
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And when you're done checking I¡¯ll be all tucked into beds
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With your girlfriend so what you think about that
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And they say damnit Mrs. Doodoo how come you so whack
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I say it's easy for a man like me
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To give a girl a little extra TLC
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And they say ah ha and I say oomh mhoo
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And they say later Mrs. doodoo and I say later to you too
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And while I¡¯m saying that you can check with this
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And here's a little something for you that you don't wanna miss
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You say whatever like you're so clever
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Well honey that and a dollar'll get you nowhere never
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Damn that's heavy check my chevy
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I'm strictly big boot banging baby down on the levy
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I'm like mambo when I jamma
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I'm like the hulk strictly radiating heavy duty gamma
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Radiation cross the nation
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Oh I can see you can't relate you¡¯re strictly into masturbation
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Work part time at the Guggenheim
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I write the whack pack rhymes then its miller time
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Chilly chillin like Mathew Dillon
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Swillin ampicillin and killin all the villians in my urine
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I'm from Port Huron I¡¯ve got my cure on
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Hanging out in Charlottesville with Mr. Clive Van Buron
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Eaten Actifed to get up in my acid head
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You probably suck so much cock cause you were bottle fed
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Yeah its a pity and kind of shitty
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Being the head of the itty bitty titty committee
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Yo I¡¯m nondescript slightly pussy whipped
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Undertipped I¡¯m not but well equipped I am so
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Baby the tips the good stuff no this ain't no kid's bluff
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You got to eat your wheaties up so you can hang and hang tough
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Kid just pull your pants up yeah you little cricket
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Check the weiz we call the snizz and watch him get wicked
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This ain't no small cock jam rock like woodstock
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No babe its the booty shakin dancefloor breaking bomb rock
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Yeah you little cow chip you just might need a pink slip
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Give your self a fat lip eating all that bean dip
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We get the booty shaking hearts we be breaking
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Taking it to the limit gimmie that hash brownie your baking
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We got that groovy movie do it to me Suzie beat
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Busting out the club like it was fucking easy street
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You know its easy for the kid and its easy for my crew
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To make up a jam so funky it'd make the wutang drool
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Not that we're better than the rest its just that we're badder
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Than the best we are the Scabs the fucking finger rocking freeform freak fest yes
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T'uela Me La Pela
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