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I say priorities, it just cost me At Maccy D's at half three What you on? Quarter-pounder with about me and Billyes
Now S O V, you S O V, can't S O V, just Whatever don't talk with your mouth
alright discussing me It's all Even if not costing me You're dashing my name around the city
all good though Blup, blup publicity for midget, a huh mine fright Somebody just my digits
Is it for man? Is it? Ha, for the way you use your credit
If you go say I'm Well, if I'm nobody then why are you me? You drained credit that's filling it While my style, you's not feeling it?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, In one ear and it comes straight out the yourself like you are a star Live for your mother reh reh reh rah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, All words in my brain are turning into clutter Repeating like you are a star Live for your like reh reh reh rah
Your people want to me as an Eminem What hear? What I'm a different kind of Just I be a white Caucasian mean me and him are the same
one I'm not American, two I'm not a man Three I come into with a different kind of Setting the facts straight 'cause I that I can it ever wait 'cause I do the ultravan?
Categories I don't fit any Why? I'm onto top the stars Writing out lines than Bur berry Then it be like a victim of 20
Make them my saliva off the floor That spit bad When I in the door Release my like O' Blimey
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, In one ear and it comes straight out the Repeating like you are a star for your mother like reh reh reh rah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, All your words in my brain are into clutter Repeating yourself you are a star Live for your like reh reh reh rah
I know you know most about me over Sunday roast Or mid-morning cheese on But when I out you're talking all different you start squawking
S O V, I said that S O V, you you ain't white S O V, I your track Well, what the f*** you b**** a pound in the bank?
I'm varying 'cause I'm to be best friends From friends comes the next Blahbarian Let me only start When you're the new rhythm
Now the kids wearing And oh God, I got posh people The rich, the poor, the snobs, the Oh, dear Blahbarians
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, In one ear and it comes out the other Repeating yourself like you are a Live for your mother reh reh reh rah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, All your words in my are turning into clutter Repeating yourself you are a star for your mother like reh reh reh rah