Lyrics
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Look, I was gonna go easy on you
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Not to hurt your feelings
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But I'm only going to get this one chance
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Something's wrong, I can feel it
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Just a feeling I've got
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Like something's about to happen
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But I don't know what
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If that means what I think it means
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We're in trouble, big trouble
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And if he is as bananas as you say
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I'm not taking any chances
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You are just what the doc ordered
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I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
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Now, who thinks their arms are long enough
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To slap box, slap box?
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They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
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But for me to rap like a computer
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It must be in my genes
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I got a laptop in my back pocket
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My pen'll go off when I half-c**k it
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Got a fat knot from that rap profit
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Made a livin' and a killin' off it
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Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
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With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nuts**k
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I'm an MC still as honest
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But as rude and as indecent as all hell
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Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
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This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
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You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match
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With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC
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In the back of the Ac'
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Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
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And at the exact same time
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I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts
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While I'm practicin' that
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I'll still be able to break a motherfu**in' table
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Over the back of a couple of fag**ts and crack it in half
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Only realized it was ironic
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I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
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How could I not blow?
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All I do is drop F-bombs
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Feel my wrath of attack
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Rappers are havin' a rough time period
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Here's a maxi pad
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It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
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While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
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'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
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Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
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Let me show you maintainin' this s**t ain't that hard, that hard
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Lyrics
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Everybody wants the key and the secret
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To rap immortality like Ι have got
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Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
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Simply rage and youthful exuberance
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Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
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Hit the Earth like an asteroid
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Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!)
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MCs get taken to school with this music
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'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
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Now I lead a new school full of students
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Me? I'm a product of Rakim
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Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
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Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
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Inspired enough to one day grow up
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Blow up and be in a position
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To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them
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Into the motherfu**in' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
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Even though I'll walk in the church
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And burst in a ball of flames
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Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in
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Is the alcohol of fame
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On the wall of shame
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You f*gs think it's all a game
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'Til I walk a flock of flames
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Off a plank and, tell me what in the f**k are you thinkin'?
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Little gay-lookin' boy
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So gay I can barely say it with a straight face
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Lookin' boy (Ha-ha!)
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You're witnessin' a massacre
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Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy
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"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's all they say, lookin' boy
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You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
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And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy
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Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?
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I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
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I'ma work for everything I have
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Never asked nobody for shit
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Get outta my face, lookin' boy!
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Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
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Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause—
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I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
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The way I'm racin' around the track
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Call me NASCAR, NASCAR
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Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
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Kneel before General Zod
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This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard
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So you'll be Thor, I'll be Odin
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You rodent, I'm omnipotent
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Let off, then I'm reloadin'
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Immediately with these bombs, I'm totin'
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Lyrics
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And I should not be woken
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I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head
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A zombie floatin
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But I got your mom deep-throatin'
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I'm out my Ramen Noodle
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We have nothin' in common, poodle
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I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm
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And pay homage, pupil
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It's me, my honesty's brutal
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But it's honestly futile if I don't
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Utilize what I do though
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For good at least once in a while
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So I wanna make sure somewhere in this
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Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
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To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
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But I gotta keep a few punchlines
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Just in case, 'cause even you unsigned
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Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
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I know there was a time where once I
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Was king of the underground
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But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoah Monch grind
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So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
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Appeal with the skin color of mine
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You get too big and here they come tryin'
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To censor you like that one line
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I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
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Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
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Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
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See if I get away with it now
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That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
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Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
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You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
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And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
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You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
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You write normal? Fuck being normal!
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And I just bought a new raygun from the future
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Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
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'Cause Fab said he looked like a f*g at Mayweather's pad
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Singin' to a man while he played piano
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Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel
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So Ray J went straight to the radio station
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The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
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Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
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Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human
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What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?
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Innovative and I'm made of rubber
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So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me
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And it'll glue to you and
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I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
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How to give a motherf**kin' audience
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Lyrics
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A feeling like it's levitating
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Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
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For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
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'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
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I make elevating music, you make elevator music
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"Oh, he's too mainstream."
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Well, that's what they do when they get jealous
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They confuse it
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"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, "—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
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With rock, shock rap with Doc
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Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
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"I don't know how to make songs like that
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I don't know what words to use."
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Let me know when it occurs to you
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While I'm rippin' any one of these
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S that versus you
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It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
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How many verses I gotta murder to
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Prove that if you were half as nice
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Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
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Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
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But look at the accolades these skills brung me
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Full of myself, but still hungry
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I bully myself 'cause I make me do
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What I put my mind to
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And I'm a million leagues above you
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Ill when I speak in tongues
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But it's still tongue-in-cheek f**k you
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I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel
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I'ma sleep in the front seat
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Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz
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Still "Chunky but Funky"
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But in my head there's something
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I can feel tugging and struggling
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Angels fight with devils
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And here's what they want from me
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They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
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But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
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I have, then you may be a little patient
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And more sympathetic to the situation
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And understand the discrimination
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But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons?
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Make lemonade then!
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But if I can't batter the women
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How the f**k am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
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Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake
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If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
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To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
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Don't be a re**rd — Be a king? Think not
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Why be a king when you can be a God?
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