| 'K E V I N M A D I S O N the L E T T E R M A N'
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| I’m the incredible Letterman!
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| 'K E V I N M A D I S O N the L E T T E R M A N'
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| I’m the incredible Letterman!
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| 'K E V I N M A D I S O N the L E T T E R M A N'
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| «Now let me tell you who I am"Kane
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| I was in my room writing rhymes I H A D had
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| Next to my room was a laboratory run by my D-A-D dad
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| He was a professor, and I’m his S-O-N
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| So my life as a professor had just begun, my name is K-E-V-I-N-M-A-D-I-S-O-N run the experiment I qualify
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| And become a good professor in medicine
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| I ran out my door, and I looked for
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| A breakbeat, spelling book, and grabbed my dog, «Woof!»
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| Rhymes that I had, every muscle from his body
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| The combination of that will give me strength, to rock a party
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| I thought that I might, get H-U-R-T hurt
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| If I used dad’s melachalonin machine that was known to convert
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| No manual that I could find on dad’s machine
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| I hit a button and this rumor turned the laboratory green
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| Some hairs was from my dog and a pair from mine
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| Hit the switch I spelled a rhyme the chromosome, will mix with mine
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| This uncanny combination will let the world understand
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| Professor Kevin Madison changed to the incredible Letterman!
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| I’m the incredible Letterman!
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| I’m the incredible Letterman!
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| I’m the incredible Letterman!
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| My M-O-M-S stole my P-O-P-S, the son named K-S-O-L-O
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| Blessed this brand new hard rap, H-I-T-S
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| S-P-E-L-L, my style B-O-U-N-D
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| My sister C-O-O-K-I-E
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| Told my sister T-H-E-R-E-Z-E
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| That I can get P-A-I-D, in a N.W.A. |
| wild way
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| Then told my sister S-E-L-I-N-A
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| Now my whole family’s H-A-P-P-Y
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| Cause Solo’s makin all others M-O-N-E-Y
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| I W-R-I-T-E, to keep the weak emcees
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| Wishin they could all B-I-T-E the M-U-S-I-C
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| A plan that’s G-A-Y to me My R-A-P flows and rhymes I kick, a G-R-A-N-D grand
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| Cause no one spells rhymes like Letterman!
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| I’m the incredible Letterman!
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| I’m the incredible Letterman!
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| I’m the incredible Letterman!
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| S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R slaughter
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| The black Lutheran now killin rap in alphabetical order
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| I’m addicted, A-double-D-I-C-T-E-D
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| To S-P-E-L-L rhymes in my M-U-S-I-C |