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Let me the funk
Obsolete is the punk that more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate complice their mental state
As I invade their

They fade with a clipper blade
10 in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you a swing, and you bunted
For an easy out, I leave with doubt

Of exceeding, my name is Bottie and I'm proceeding, leading
They try to but they're shallow and hollow
I can see through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
They no key, or no clue

To the game at all, now washed up
out to dry
Standing stupid, wondering why
(Why man?)

It was the fame, that they to get
Now they walking around about represent
And keep it real, but I got to
'Cause they existing in a when holding the steel

Rock a bye
to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
Of all things it's a of a shrine
All impossible are possible

'Cause I'm for a new sector 365 days from now
I'll wipe the from my brow
And each and every will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
From homies all the way to chics, no how fine

Controlling is a swollen way to a proud mind
You hold it in hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear in the man's hands
Every time you take a stance you do the man's dance

And the at a stand-still
Deep in broken Mansville, in the moat with an anvil
Still killing yourself, and ya health
You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of