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

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

in two seaters that ain't mine
So sick ass letter combinations I peg rhymes
Blew my EC on a PC and grams
DC and PS2 games, grow lights and

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the original, dirty, white
Rhymer Perverted writer
We dirty old men, you 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 Put it back out when I die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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