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Let my dick 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
Outside of a bar I switched in

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

in two seaters that 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 cops
Car jacked this Indian for a Datsun
Blaze a building to a rap magazine
You wanna talk shit and not get up?
That's a dream

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

Yeah, you how we comin'
With the looters, solicitors, visitors
Nickel bag misdemeanors, 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 like
I used to be label with Shaquille O'Neal
Now I get my dick in the Batmobile

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

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

Rugged Man Hairy
Catch me at the MTV awards off in the bathroom
Cage, Eon, Mi, why try?
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, and sleepers

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

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

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

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

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

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