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

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

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

Crops done by the time the cops
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 know how we
With the looters, solicitors, unwanted
bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders
Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers

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

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

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

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

Man Hairy baboon
Catch me at the MTV awards off in the bathroom
Cage, Eon, Mighty Mi, why
Remix this shit Put it back out I die

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

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

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

Like my sidekick Gary Highnick I'm still 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 more perfect than George Clooney
Thinking y'all scary, y'all ain't even

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

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

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