with the force of a collision and the flames of a bonfire
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rages the yin and yang, my right hand von squire.
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snake brother, consimate professional take cover,
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confessional, the seeker, four elements, the make-lover.
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rhythm method, shuns irrelevance with the quickness and discipline,
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strive through the sickness and health.
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you see what happens when a wandering soul gets stuck and freezes,
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the mind diseases and is left to consider fuckin' jesus,
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but as long as we have daylight to guide us and juices to drink
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for the body and the brain has excuses to think,
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until the glass shatters while the scents of windex linger
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dissin' punks for the record with a mangled index finger.
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packin' fans up in the spot with hoes and clappin' hands
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or else he's at the hardware store and probably rackin' cans
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and while sixtoo be out bombin' on the lines of locomotion,
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i try to teach him what i know about the kinds of show promotion.
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the return of the listener teaches on the topic of female sex
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instead of dissin' at peaches, pay attention to details next.
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having no equipment is a hassle
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but he can pull a couple thousand dollars out his asshole.
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drinking shitty liquor, talkin' like a city slicker,
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just a day in the life of the big titty gripper.
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you're gettin' clobbered by robert, the diligent never swingin' with chicks who
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only want a quick screw and nothin' else, it's sixtoo.
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Sick Stew
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