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All right, all you players and player haters, once again time for the "Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live right here in lovely snowy
this is the where we make the average player a star.
Now, if you'll join me, give it up for the host of the "Sep Sev" game show
that's right, he is, Mr. Sep Sev...

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, fuck the money, everyone on the drop
I want all the food in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear soar talk
the dinner and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made every scene a three-way
Sound track recorded here in
like ambrosia
Disinfects pen
Yo, hold our breath and show your chest, if you're proud of it
And me back to safety if you see me falling out of it
Under a full moon, the color ?of mind is a
See in the distance, the images riveting
Given the way the moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me tight a kite string

All right, let's it for contestant number one
What's name sir?
Yo, MC famous, the

Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you to play the next round for a new Lexus with matching socks?
Or air on the horny Miami video
or do you just want to take the looking fifty dollar bills and run with money?

Yo, I want the sex man, just give man, just, just let me touch 'em man!

Now what If I spent, my whole day ?, on getting bent, and now I can't my rent
Do I a crowbar to your back door (Back door)
or hit up America for the cash drawer? (Fast forward)
I be honest, cause even my outer conscience,
Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people waking up sleeping,
Keeping me from retrieving kingdoms and bed stories,
to bore me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, even that much, by the drug fell in lust with the rush
Hush, somewhere in it I became a cynic,
but your sexy grin gets less attractive by the
The in my head now rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I don't give a fuck if you it
Resent the bitch that and cast it under the masses;
I asked, "Is right?" I answered, "Does it matter?"
I was glancing at how you fancy the passion,
How fast you the ladder to jump
I'd rather just flunk gather your junk
(Yo dog, you blast that punk)

Alright, next round our contestant is gonna have to slam
a whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt
smoke a blunt, load a gun and sell to 14 year olds all over the country
And the first one of you fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins

what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell them they'll win!

Well, they'll win respect, and lot's of props!

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin'
called mommy when you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of you're life's a flashback when I out that hatchback
Here's your tape, me my cash back
I'm on tracks, and that, in fact that's all you need
Either take some of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed
How's your
And that rental running?
And the weed selling?
And how's the demo
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you bit your lips
Stick this in your to cleanse it
The fuckin' is too expensive
Make's me to end it (Repent kid)
My is from here on out you purchase yellow boxers
That way when your bitch does your laundry, she won't tell her moms about the created
when I skated across that service you refer to as lyrical endowment
That content, that conscience, run to that ?