Went from the papermate to the spray paint and all the way back to the
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Papermate
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Run through the fate, excuse me
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Went from the papermate to the spray paint and brought it all the way back
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To the papermate
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Thanks for buying the tape
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Excuse me my - excuse me, my friend
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Is that your pen?
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Is it cool if I use it to duel with my skeletons?
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Is it proper for me to use it to prosecute these people?
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Is it wrong for me to caress it against my ego?
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Eh yo, can I use a ball point just to make my small point?
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Are these mechanical joints anything like hollow points?
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Old fashioned number two and I need that shit quick and steady
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But that's assuming I ain't chewed off the eraser tip already
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If I touched or felt it, believe I'm 'bout to make hell flip
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Computer friendly only 'cause that deadly bitch helps me spell shit
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Scribble, for the you, the me, the she and the politicians
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Aerosol to the wall, write it tall for all the vision
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Yo, he wrote it in jail, she wrote it in braile
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I wrote that shit, named it, recorded it
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Eh yo, I got one for sale
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And if I truly feel I got something to show ya
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I pull out a blank sheet of loose leaf and draw it out in crayola
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I've grown to keep an extra utensil in my sock
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And I've been known to mark it on the sidewalk with chalk
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Most times I write with a pen, sometimes I write with a buzz
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And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit in blood
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And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit with blood
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And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit with blood
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And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit with blood
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Multiples, level four, courtesy of the slug
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Eh yo, it's all about the penmanship, baby
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It's all about the penmanship, baby
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Eh yo, it's all about the penmanship, baby
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Eh yo, it's all about the penmanship, baby
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Write Now (Multiples No. 4)
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