Can't tell you how hot it's been,
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All I know is that I make eskimo's sweat when I grab a pen
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When it's below 10 degree's
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Act like I haven't blessed you,
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Pretend, sneeze walk on the beat bent knee's
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Lanlord still buggin, can I get the rent please
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I told her I got the money in my jeans
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Don't worry I spit sixteens like zip zeems,
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(Hucktt pow)
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I fossilise emcee's
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T-Rex knock, I leave water in cups ripplin'
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Sent you on vacation just to ask "are you trippin? "
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She only became your teacher just to pass you
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Tell your bitch she should keep her eyes closed
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I'm a fireman, I put the water inside these hoes
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Put her face in the canon, like alamo
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Took a picture of her drinking whisky in designer clothes
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I told her I would take her out for sushi rolls
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But I fed her dog food, straight alpo
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WHAT? Did I lie to her too much
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Confide in her too much
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She said I was riding with the bugs
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My pride was hiding my love
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But I believe I'm alive,
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I'm alive,
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You ain't live enough to fuck with these poor pimp
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And these hoes I'm allowed to fuck
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Could it be the way that I fuck with a big dick
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Switch the position
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Let me bring it like Slick Rick
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Watch, get on all fours baby
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You know how we do it shorty
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No I don't have a Mercedes
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But I know how you like Bacardi
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Hop up in the bucket seats
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Let me make room for you
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Walmart white panties let me move them for you
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Alabama I'm a bring the fucking truth home
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So tell me Yela what would you like on your tombstone
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You were looking for a fight to pick with me
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So tell me what the views like sitting six feet deep!
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Rhyme Room (Episode 1)
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| Yelawolf |
