featuring UZUMAKI
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puppet on a string
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what do you bring, nothin
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everybodies looking for a quick buck
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and vbuffin the dick of the powers that be
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not 28D, conplacency is not my style
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as you can see, fuck it that's not me
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it's like every time I turn on the box
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I gotta watch another
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manufactured band that sucks cock
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gotta listen to suckers who
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don't know diddley squat
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dance steps in their reps
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and no props go out to slop
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it's not fresh
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I got my shit down on the road
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shoot yourself in the foot when you're
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talkin out your sphincter, boy
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just another toy
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and climbing out of the box
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you don't write shit but you're convinced
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your shit rocks
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now you don't write nothing
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leave it up to your puppeteers
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you better hope it sells now
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cause give it two years
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another humdurm throw away
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is what it becomes
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a massive debt that someones got to pay
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at the end of the short day
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can't sell a record because
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you're so wak
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you could sell your soul
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can't deal with the payback
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Kill The Fake (seshoo)
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28 Days |