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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I live in Long Island, a house of retards
And illegal that need green cards
I'm a rap legend to little white kids
That carve shit in their arms like I wanna live

I'm the original, dirty, white
Rhymer Perverted rhyme
We old men, you can't trust us
See us finger your daughters in the back of school buses

Rugged Man baboon
Catch me at the MTV awards jerkin' off in the
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, breeders and

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

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

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

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

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

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