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Tense, met your men on a fenced in, sensed is tense The fall off then it's the end get keelhauled in villain always been Feel genuine ballskin
Not to call the crowd out There's a few chumps And you know who you are a shout out Place them in your mouth and taste them like a pastry
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Takin' all the credit and astro-travellin' a man into a mannequin for Affleckin' And bein' tough actin', tin actin', jacking He wears a mask so when you dodge his and every race could absorb the bass
In a place to be, don't believe the like a murder spree get sniped verbally And beat in the head with pipe languages For street cred leave 'em for dead and
The slanks suggest it was the guy in the Who came to the people with they minds in they asses And sent trippin' get a like Spalding These is thin feel genuine ballskin