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Let my orange spit
I got a dog named Kubrick, it's obvious I like his
Filming 'em with chicks, if that's a sin
Let him poke this white Kim for coke
of a bar until I switched in

Breaking her in new Tims in a robbery
Take a of my spit's culture and spawn a colony
'Smell Like Teen Spirit'? a shotgun and feed us
My LP street, they shaking up Columbine cheerleaders

Dipping in two that ain't mine
So many sick ass combinations I peg rhymes
my EC advance on a PC and grams
DC and PS2 games, grow and plants

Crops done by the the cops come
Car jacked this pregnant Indian for a
Blaze a to catch a rap magazine
You talk shit and not get fucked up?
That's a fagot's

Yeah, you how we comin'
the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors
Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom
Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers

Yeah, you how we comin'
With the looters, solicitors, visitors
Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom
Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers

Hey yo, I'm just as broke as I had no deal
I'm not too bright, my brain's like
I used to be label with Shaquille O'Neal
Now I get my dick in the Batmobile

I live in Island, with a house of retards
And illegal aliens that need cards
I'm a rap legend to little weird white
That carve shit in their arms I don't wanna live

I'm the original, dirty, gangster
Rhymer rhyme writer
We dirty old men, you trust us
See us popping your daughters in the back of school buses

Rugged Man Hairy
me at the MTV awards jerkin' off in the bathroom
Cage, Eon, Mi, why try?
Remix this shit Put it out when I die

Yeah, you how we comin'
With the looters, solicitors, visitors
Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom
Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers

Yeah, you how we comin'
With the looters, solicitors, unwanted
Nickel bag misdemeanors, feeders
Moochers, bleeders, breeders and

I'm so depressed, I'm doing for hours
'Cuz I realize I'm less popular what's happening now was
There are women in pits in my
My trophy tits in a glass encased man

Like my sidekick Highnick I'm still banging the Thai chicks
Plus, I'm high, bitch, Eon rains, fuck it, E
You a cold front seen on every weather vane
I got a storm more than George Clooney
Thinking scary, y'all ain't even Goonies

E eases through the that's serene
And drops the illest shit any latrine has ever
I have no or right ventricles that's why I laugh
When cops pull out with both tentacles, the beast among us
And I cause a similar to what seeing your mother hung does

Yeah, you know how we
the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors
Nickel bag misdemeanors, feeders
Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers

Yeah, you know how we
the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors
Nickel bag misdemeanors, feeders
Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers