[Verse 1:]
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I'm modest, the most mouse
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But your style's honestly gotten me grossed out
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Don't know how many a cocks run your mouth
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And the copies of your album you're buying, they don't count
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Low-brow talent is profound
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Brolic-y bro, yeah my body of work is so stout
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No doubt, organically grown, sold out
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When my own sound make for a properly worn crown
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Yeah, my language it low languish
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It's so strange it makes aliens learn English
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It's so strange just like the pants on the Lone Ranger
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It's so strange just like the cankles on Bojangles
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So dangerous, Ringo had met Rambo
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Drank a handle of Jame, when we taught 'em how to tango
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Way I'm slinging my ammo, think I could light a candle
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When standing up on a banister and landing on a mantle
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Mickey, Minnie, spitting Riperton
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I'm kicking shit exquisite cause I'm sick of looking in
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Just in case you missed it I'm gon' rip this shit again
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So all the haters listening gotta listen to him again
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Mary Kate taught me S&M in the LES
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Hell, he'd body, yes, let's begin
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Equestrian, call a quest to Questlove
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To get drums, but guess what? Request snubbed
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Gut check, regret less, regress none
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Best bet is to get dressed and get some
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(Time to get out of bed man, gotta rock and roll... let's go!)
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[Verse 2:]
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A phenomenon is what I be on
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Doin' shotty rips with hottie chicks and talking body armor
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Got an awesome arsenal, I don't need a bodyguard
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With some bits of (barti in him?) but I got a car alarm
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(Woop woop!)
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Time to make the party start
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Yeah, but once we start the party, sorry kids, we party hard
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Already barred, I've been blacklisted from the bar
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Yeah, but disregard the part about pissing in Clinton's yard
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I'm a track star, I'm faster than Pat Stark
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That has to grab a stash after crashin' his dad's car
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On par when the city has gone dark
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It ain't selling tickets, the visitors gon' starve
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En garde, kids wanted an encore
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Bong guard, get bitches in on tour
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OnStar, the commissioners on board
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When I asked for permission to ditch and he said sure (Yeah, sure)
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See y'all be going to war
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I'm ordering more Porsche's on the Bora Bora shore
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While the girls explore sorta like Dora Dora
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More curls, more curves, obviously more grown up
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Yeah but hold up, won't ever compromise
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Even if it means the end of me and leaves them outta...
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Outta time, outta line, I'm outta limelight
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Need to poured my gin and tonic right before I rhymed
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Got my manager on hold
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Get rid of all the Styrofoam on the radio
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Adios batty boy, yo you gotta go
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Me and the hot shit, we stay symbolical
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While I'm riding my exotic animal, Amalfi coast
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(Wheee!)
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Giddy up, getting up with Olivia with the pretty butt
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Get enough before I give it up
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Getting stuck, thinking 'bout how I'm a finish up
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When there's really no limit to how much I don't give a fuck
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For the love, I'm only doing this just because
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With a little sense of humor to loosen but who's the judge
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Who's the rush? Aww, who was the last to touch?
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Man you ruining my groove, move it and pass the dutch
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Pass That Dutch
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| ASher Roth |
