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Just Like That
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[Violent J]
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Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts
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Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks
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Trying to find a clean pair of socks and a shirt
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Still sporting the same drawers even though they hurt
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In the fridge, there's a Faygo, it tastes ill
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Cuz it's flatter then a bitch on a big wheel
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I got a few money back and a little change
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So I'm heading to the store when the phone rings
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"What up man, check it out, I know this bitch
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She's got another friend with her and her dad's rich
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If we find us a ride out to Wyandotte
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Guarenteed, we can fuck em both on the spot"
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Oh shit, let me call Bill Bill
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I wanna let my nuts through the windmill
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He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark
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Cuz I know he can get the fuckin Skylark
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He said he can, but he's broke and it needs gas
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But I wanna buy these Faygo, think fast
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I know my brother Jump Steady's got a few bones
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But that's going through his shit when he ain't home
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"Nevermind J, Legs loned me a ten
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No need to get punched in your head again
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Tell Mike to scoop me up right away
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And it's Faygo and neden hoes all day"
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Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Winds on my feet
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Lock the house, and wait for em in the street
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I wish I had a piece of gum or something fuck
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My mouth still kind of tastes grapenuts
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Here they come, nope, wasn't them
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Seems like the same car's driving by again
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It pulls up, "hey man, you're outta luck"
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What, what ya say man
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(gunshot)
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Fuck
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Just Like That
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Insane Clown Posse |