Here come the super friends.
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Mutha fuckas
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Callin' all my superfriends and puttin' you on notice,
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Don't think I didn't see, don't think I didn't notice,
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Don't think I don't care, don't think I'll let you slide,
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Don't think I'm not comin' for you in good time.
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Why you askin' now if you can fuck my bitch?
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You shoulda asked before she was suckin' your dick.
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And now you wanna know what you can do for me?
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Mutha fucker, fuck off, die immediately.
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Super friends, are you stupid then?
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I'll ask you again, are you stupid man?
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Did you really think I wouldn't take offense
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Flip the fuck out and shoot you dead?
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It's the ones you trust that gonna let you down
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It's the ones you love that's gonna turn you out
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'cause they the only ones who really, really know how
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And the super friends better look the fuck out
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All my Super friends where you at?
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Brian, Phil, Jay, Pat
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None of you really ever had my back
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To say the shit you that said and to act like that
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Y'all is lucky I'm a man of peace,
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'cause y'all wouldn't see me behind the fuckin' trees
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Doin' time, gladly prove what I mean
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I got a shotgun for all my frienemies.
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Beware of your super friends
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They're not your super friends
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I'm scared of my super friends
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Kill all your super friends
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9 out of 10 of your homies are just the opposite
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Disguised double agents, to me quite obvious
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That's why I hate yas, y'all ain't super friends
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You's a supa dupa stupid, must be how your daddy raised ya
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I'm stagin' 'em with the dark, 'cause they're cavin' in from the thought
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of ever makin' 'em understand that I hate 'em and at the cost
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Of soundin' jaded, but jaded is what I am
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And I'ma continue my hatred, of course I'm aimin' at them.
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Now who would be the first person to shit on your name?
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That's a super friend, 'causin' you some super pain.
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But I got the super plan, pull out your super hand,
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Make a superfist and swing the shit as hard as you can.
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Now all of the sudden they don't say shit again
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You fuckers make my tummy sick like aspirin.
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You probably have no idea the trouble you in
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Or that my mom and dad have a really big knife collection
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And that means I can choose a weapon to dispose of yous
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Have many different blades to poke holes in yous
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Oh, all of yous, payback's a bitch
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I heard what you said, you faggot piece of shit.
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I hope you're listenin', the shit you're slippin' in,
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You might wanna prepare your flesh for some healthy rippin' in
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Beware of your super friends
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They're not your super friends
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I'm scared of my super friends (as you should be!)
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Kill all your super friends
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Josh: Ill, you're my Superfriend.
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Ill: Yeah, I'm glad you didn't get upset the time that I porked your girlfriend, my bad.
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Josh: Yeah, it's cool. Oh, yeah, did I tell you? I smoked your whole weed stash, the money I promised fell through.
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Ill: Well that's okay, 'cause I just stopped by your mom's house, dug her pussy out and left my nut on her couch.
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Josh: Ill, your sister's pregnant-
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Ill: What?!
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Josh: I didn't mean it, I'da told you before but I knew you'd get heated.
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Ill: I shot your father. I'm sorry, but he walked in at the wrong time while I was gettin' mine.
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Josh: Ill, that's fine.
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Ill: Yeah, but there's more, damn your grandma looks good on all fours. And the bitch slapped my ass like she was Zsa Zsa Gabor, I bet back in the day she was quite the whore.
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Josh: Ill, that's fucked up, man. What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?
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Beware of your super friends.
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At any given moment they might be lurking around any corner.
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They'll wait for you when you least expect it,
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just to stab you in the fucking back.
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and remember
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and remember
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Keep your friends close
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and keep your super friends closer.
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Super Friends
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