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And watch out for my brothers He his strand slicked back like Scatman Caruthers A balding boy, sound like Garofalo Fiend for a sloppy fro, who the evil Coiffio?
Not me yo, I'm leavin, I'm Even if him got bomb weavin' Kalikelon No more or stress than your old boss The tears burn your eyes less fresh S-curls sores
And Brenda, the best lost Uncle grandfather bare was pearl gloss Earl tossed, goes a whole tray of hamburgers Villain 'til they old and gray like day scam workers
Circa one seventy-one On the mic machine it seems his work never be done He the ninth level of power But geek might freak it in another hour
Or so, call the fool retarded hair guy In school you could spot it when he nodded here, I his true name was Gerald The toupee, the male pattern anime
A good laugh like the to the bank Not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot dog
Danger Doom Master Shake, hey buddy Ah, did you get e-mails I sent? Umm, I'm waitin to hear from you I, I think you're, maybe you're in the shower
Do you, are you in the Okay But I'm still, totally, I got some stuff Uhh, but I'm, I am committed more to yours
So, if you can let me know That'd, uhh, that'll be great, Just, just gimme a call and fa-for the For to do the rap
And again I'm really sorry that other one The call, Meatwad Okay, call me dog