[VERSE ONE]
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[HOST]
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Hello welcome to the Nathan never show
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Tonight we got many guess and exclusive videos
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But first, we'd loved to get this woman between my sheets
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yeah you guessed it we got shystie in a hot seat
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To be quiet honest I'm like sick to death with you
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All these kids running around idolising you
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from graffiti on trains too kids tattooing your name
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What's next for heavens sake a shystie video game
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Just kidding you're on the path to ultimate fame
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Now can you explain how you got in involved this game?
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[SHYSTIE]
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First of all you need to watch your mouth and mind how you chat
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Cause you're getting excited and best you relaxed
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Bro, you got me confused like some closet Homo
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But further more well discuss that shit after the show
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Any way I made my name on this scene as a teen
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And these broad page, pages that you seen that's just me
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Because my PR you no ruth down there and sainted
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She's blown me up now I ain't nothing to play with
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[HOST]
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Shy as you said this scene like male dominated
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I mean you no some women get frustrated
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It's hard to keep focus and self motivated
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Results to women doing tings x rated
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I'm mean you just got to keep control
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I no a few stars that sold their soul
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Even servicing there services on road
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I mean shy I no you ain't no hoe
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[SHYSTIE]
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Listen yeah those question I ignore em cos I've got decorum
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So I leave it to the girls who like whoring while I'm touring
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Further more that question rude do you perceive me as some sket
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Do I look like a girl that's who sleeps around to build a rep?
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[CHORUS]
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Question after question being asked
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I don't know how long my patience's gona last
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I am who I am so let me be who I be
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I just want to spit man I don't need this grief
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Question after question being asked
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I don't know how long my patient going last
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I am who I am so let me be who I be
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I just want to spit man I don't need this grief
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[VERSE TWO]
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[HOST]
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I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
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j-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica fox
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Lauren and her Rasta king eminem and Kim
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It's a endless celebrity lists, I don't know were to begin
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ooh year not to for get jay z and beyonce
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And there's rumours going round that you have a fiance
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[SHYSTIE]
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Listen yeah your talking like you no me you don't know me
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Me and you ain't no friend's blood you're to nosey
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All your question after question man its all bullshit
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And I ain't going to fuel your fire towards it cha
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Who I sleep with in between my sheets I keep discreet
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I don't need my business talk about on the street
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[HOST]
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look, I'm a strapping lad a masculine chap
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I mean I play croquet but I can learn how to rap
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Only last two minutes but believe I'm good in the sack
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Sometimes I last a little longer but my woody clasped
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I'm begging you please my marriage is like turned in to rubbles
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Baby me and you could be the next celebrity couples
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[SHYSTIE]
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I can't stand when these interviewers don't pay attention
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And not to mention you look like you're on a pension
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You look like that ronald MC Donald and MC hammer
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And by your heavy breathing I can tell you got no Stamina
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You came on stage with your bow legged walk
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Grey hairs on your head and that slur in your talk
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From the start of your show I didn't take you serious
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I don't even like you point blank and period
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[CHORUS]
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[REPEATED]
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[HOST]
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Its time for the audience to participate in the fun
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Throwing question at you like a cricket ball that's been swung
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It could be negative criticism that slips off the tongue
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If I were you I would not be bother by none of these bums
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Ok you first 'me ' no the guy with the thong in his head
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You air head chop, chop time is ticking ahead
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[AUDIENCE MEMBER 1]
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Ok hi em hello my name is Bernard yeah
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I'm feeling very nervous sorry let me start again em hello
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No hi good bye ergh..
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[AUDIENCE MEMBER 2]
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Yeah I love your stuff; yeah it's rugged and ruff
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I'm in to hip hop me, I'm in to will smith and puff
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It must have been tuff, brought up in the ghetto and that
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You must have had to sell crack |