[Frukwan/Gatekeeper]
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This is the story of three little pigs
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And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white
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Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self
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Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self
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Rolled up on a pig named swine
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A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind
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The swine fell for the short tail
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But no way in hell was Earth that stale
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Stone chicken eggs, hit em in the mud that they lay
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When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade
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The stone age, the origin of AIDS in the bone age
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There was a pig, skin was black
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He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts
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If not they was be forced to sent back
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But trouble come first, stale shit got worse
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Consumers of swine are now cursed
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The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on
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the shores of North America's hoof
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When they celebrated Thanksgiving with the wolf
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[Kelis Rogers, Grym Reaper]
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When I was young When I was young
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They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez
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And this goes on And this goes on
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Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy Until I'm old and gray
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When I was young When I was young
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They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez
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And this goes on And this goes on and on and on
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Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy till I'm old and I'm gray
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[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]
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There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief
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Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat
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The rich man was paid, cause the poor man was workin
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like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage
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The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons
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his daughter and his wife, cause he sought a better life
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His boss laid him off on the 4th of December
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He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to keep his fort
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Now deep in the Winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold
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This ended all of the little hustles that he controlled
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He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep he wouldn't eat
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But by his side was a strong woman, not taking defeat
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She pleaded and begged the rich man, for the hubby
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who gave fifteen years of his life, for the company
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Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight
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Then she unleashed her four sons into the night
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They robbed that rich man BLIND!
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Then fled over the borderline, escaping with all the cream
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but still could not restore the mind see
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Life is a dangerous game and it seems Cash Rule Eventually
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Authored Mentally
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[Kelis Rogers, Grym Reaper]
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When I was young When I was young
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They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez
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And this goes on And this goes on and on
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Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy Until I'm old and gray
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When I was young When I was young
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They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez
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And this goes on And this goes on and on and on
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Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy till I'm old and I'm gray
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[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]
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The rich man's soul turned to dust through the lust
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to control as much fluff, his cold heart touched
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The old fart grew up, with goals to be the fly kid
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with the golden Midas, touch
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Smokin Dutches that he ignited at will
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Usin hundred dollar bills the Big Will, up until, he collided
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with Fate, had a stroke while chokin on some stake
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This was fatal as Hell was not bein able to take his pace
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back to the cradle
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[Frukwan/Gatekeeper]
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Jack and Jill ran up the hill
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Jack said, "I never ran, never will, cause I'm from Brownsville"
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But still, the Living Provider, the outsider had beef
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with Peter Piper cause his girl Goldilox put stocks in his Viper
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On the Yellow Brick Road he lost control
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Got charged for runnin down the Scarecrow, on the loose
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Runnin from hot pursuit, lead by Dr. Seuss
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riding hard on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the Keystone Cops
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[Kelis Rogers, Grym Reaper]
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When I was young When I was young
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They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez
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And this goes on And this goes on and on
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