I'm liable to start a violent
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spark with a silent thought
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I disgust you like dialogue from
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The Shop to The Wired Frog
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Night club shit
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I was taught if your CD's on fire
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You had to put it out yourself
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like Highland Park no fire department
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So you might not hear sirens at all
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But don't be alarmed if I sound off
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Something just ain't right with me dawg
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A martyr on a private charter
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whose life could be harder
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Widely regarded highly bite me
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sweetheart I'm slightly retarded
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But tonight I'm starting shit
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I'm feeling self righteous
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I might just hop in a mosh
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pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
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Looking to box with anybody
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disorderly conduct
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I'll fuck around and snort a key
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and pick a fight with a locksmith
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Fan of the LOX bananas
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manic I'm going in shock
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Frantic I'm trapped in a closet
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Panic attack cause I'm claustrophobic
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No faggot I mean I can't
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maneuver from movement
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Cause I have no room for improvement
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I'm practically squashed
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unpacked it and boxed it
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Toxic hands are arsenic
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flammable bars examine the content
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Bar exam start of insanity
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Charles Hamilton slash
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Manson and Bronson
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Animal snarls cannibal jaws
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Shark mandibles lambs to the slaughter
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Looking scamp as Hannibal stalking
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Anthony Hopkins with his
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hands in his pockets
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Black out Zach Galifianakis
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gallons of Vodka
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But that gal has some knockers
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I bet you they ring a bell
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when I come back and I'm conscious
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What happened doc
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I passed out again
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Alcohol's making me
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break into vacant's naked
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Stole a Magnum box and
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bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun
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Fell asleep watching Fear
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Factor and Scare Tactics
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Too close to the StairMaster
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Poked a hole in the air mattress and popped it
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Woke up shortly thereafter hungover
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No underwear grasping
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a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it
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Air Max in my closet
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preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich
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And the cross stitching is a cross mixing
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Of a rhinoceros possum skin
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giraffe and a dolphin
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Fin Dockers OshKoshes drop crotches
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Swatch watches and sneakers
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matches with the Parkers
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But it's like being
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overstaffed at a boxing gym
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With all these trainers
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but I don't have any boxers
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And I'm standing here naked
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hangover still wasted
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Like paper you write raps on obnoxious
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Yo why does it always sound
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like I'm grabbing my nostrils
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Fuck that I'll battle 'em all I'll battle a mall
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I'll stand there and yell that at a wall
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Until the mannequin doll scatter
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and the inanimate objects
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That I'm battering all shatter and fall
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Cause I hear the track and
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I'm starting to get fucking amped
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I'mma spark plug I'm like the car
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with the cables hooked up
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to my fucking back I'm a Duracell
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But I sure as hell got it backwards
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cause y'all could get jumped
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And I'd catch the battery charge but
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I got a hunch like your back when it's arching
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When I start attacking your squadron
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You'll feel like MasterCard when I'm charging
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So take a swipe at me
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I'm coming straight at you
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Like Clay Matthews from
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the Green Bay Packers
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So get the sack of Wisconsin
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That's nutbag that I'm talking
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who am I kidding
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You faggots are all gonna do my bidding
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Don't get dragged to the auction
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Neiman Marcus bags of Vuitton and all
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I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic
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just watch this
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Stretched tinted black sedan my ass
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See how mad you act when
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I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
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In a fucking taxi cab to go shopping
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Affable guy next door is laughable
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My next whore's gonna have mechanical arms
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That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser
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with a motion sensor
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No emotion hence I guess
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this sick prick dies hard
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I got a Magic Johnson
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It's like a Magic Wand allows me
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to not let a blonde arouse me
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If Ronda Rousey was on the couch
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with the condoms out
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Holding a thousand Magnums
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at once to pounce me
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I'll laugh in response to how she dances
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and flaunts it around me
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Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing around
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And all I see is Paulie Malign now
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she's slaughterhouse in a blouse
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And Madonna with mud on her
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God dammit I am misogynist
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I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster
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throw her off a balcony
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Just so happens she's fond of algae
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Cause now she's faceplants on the concrete
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Complete lack of responsibility
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Half you assholes ain't strong
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enough to pick up a spirit
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Shit you fags couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop
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But I let the track lift 'em up boost the energy
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Klepto I'm back to rip shop up
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but my thing is this now
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Five finger discount
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Been rapping so long I've been
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killing this shit it's easy
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Kidnapping your mom cause
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I'm still in this bitch thievery
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Ransom for Jon Benet Ramsey
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Chandra Levy and Gary Condit
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Em Paul was scared that
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if I went back to the blonde
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I might relapse get on some bullshit
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Perhaps I'll launch some cracker
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taunts at Action Bronson
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Macklemore Mac Miller and Asher Roth
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And have some back and forths
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And record a wack response to
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Kendrick Lamar's Control verse
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And perform Fack in concert
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Yo I put that shit on a greatest hits album
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Now that was awesome
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It takes some massive balls to
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do some shit like that
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Sometimes I have to ponder
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why people are like
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I'll stick around
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And put up with my crap so long for
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What's the attraction mama
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Is it the fact that I'm a walking
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talking actual quadruple entendre
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Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you mama
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Who knows at this point
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it's always poking so meh
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Still get along with this voice
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cause that's the monster
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So do si do with a sociopath
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everyone who knows me knows that
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What they don't know is the fact
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Rihanna calls me Pinocchio meh
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She loves the way I lie
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Sits on my face and waits for my nose to grow
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Pathological liar oh
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why am I such an asshole
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That my disguise is pants but they on fire
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So am I a wooh Cappadonna
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cut the track off
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Sabotage Christmas crap in your stocking
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I'm wrapping up all the presents
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In fucking camouflage
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so you can't even find 'em
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Jack Santa Claus snap Rudolph's antlers off
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Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him
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Blowing the head gasket at Bed
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Bath and Beyond
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Put the basket back
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while the bath salt packets are gone I
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Know you really tired of me
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sampling Billy Squier
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But classic rock acid rap is the genre
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Got Slash on guitar
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splashing Bizarre
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Thrasher and Aerosmith
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And I'm a spectacular archer
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feed count Dracula Chocula
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Godzilla half dragon and Bob Dylan
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Bandwagoners I'm kicking the
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damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
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Smack Kim Basinger on a ass
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ShadyXV
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| Eminem |
