| Ragazino, Bronsolino
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| Slangtriloquist shit
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| We’re pulling strings over here
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| You nigga’s puppets with hands up your ass
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| You faggots
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| Let’s do it
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| It’s Senior
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| The face of the brown noser
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| Reeks with a foul odor
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| Rat poison on your tongue
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| If you mouth more than a Balboa
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| Crown holder in Calcutta and Serbia
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| Persian murderers, schizophrenia, Disturbia
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| Douse niggas in Bourbon, set 'em ablaze
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| If I ain’t on the cover
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| Fuck a write-up on the 98th page
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| Rhyme Pays more than Philip Morris
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| Heir to the throne is set in stone
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| Rigor mortis
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| I want the type of shit you see in the movies
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| Two big, bad bitches blowing me in Jacuzzi’s
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| Til my dicky is soft
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| Dutch Master with the fifty a cough
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| Won’t stop til I shit in a loft
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| I’ve been shifting the sport
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| Going to court, smelling of drug
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| Lie like a rug, fly like a dove
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| To the highest above
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| Choose my weapon wisely
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| 9 or the snub
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| Double headed eagle emblem make a smile on my mug
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| 200 for the phones
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| Put the same price on your bones
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| Step in the Red Zone
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| They’re bringing your head home
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| I bring the turkey bacon and bread home
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| My Old Lady do the dishes
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| City on my back, Lithuanian weightlifters
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| Wolf in sheep cloth, chameleon, shape-shifter
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| Arctic monkey’s and apes, nigga
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| Gorillas in the concrete jungle
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| Tree branch bundles
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| Xanax tabs and coconut truffles (uh!)
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| You get laced up just like my bitch’s drawers
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| I’m smoking on the sycamore
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| I’m looking like a Grizzly
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| So these muthafuckas hit the floor
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| And play dead
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| But that don’t work because I’m smarter
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| And plus you see the jacket, New York Knickerbocker Starter
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| Dutch guts, you see 'em flying
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| Out the window of the whip
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| Cause I smoke it while I’m driving
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| And the pigs ain’t doing shit
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| Same time I’m getting top from bitch with piercing on the lip
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| And piercing on the tit and piercing on the clit
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| Bird’s eye view, goose necking
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| She spread eagle
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| Hotel Rwanda, $ 40 stay
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| Blacker than Don Cheadle
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| Daredevil, Evel Knievel
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| Empire State
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| With no parachute, took a leap of faith (uhhh!)
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| I’m off the roof when I’m off the juice
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| Fuck a truce, I got the juice
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| Nigga, you’re Posdnuos, ha ha!
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| I rather Plug Two like Trugoy
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| True Blues in gargoyle shorts made of corduroy
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| Lay my nuts right on your face
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| How do they taste?
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| I haven’t showered
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| Smoking on the flower
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| Leather jacket, Eddie Bauer
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| Stuffing up some chicken
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| Let it roast about an hour
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| Take it out and carve it up
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| I’m on the west wing of the tower
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| From the land of Flushing
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| Ducks hang in the window
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| Cruise around for hours
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| Blowing smoke right out the rental
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| Flow is presidential
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| Hoes are on a pencil
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| Never sketchy with my picture
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| Giving Gills, call me Kendall
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| (whoa!)
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| Haha, that was oh so fucking spectacular
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| That was like, the alley at the end of the movie
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| From Wesley to Woody, hehehe
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| These muthafuckas ain’t even know White Men Can Jump
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| Hahahaha
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| Jordan vs. Bird! |
| Yeah!
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| Queens! |
| Brownsville!
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| Don’t try that at home, children |