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All right, all you players and player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" game
live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota
this is the game where we make the average a star.
Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the host of the "Sep Sev" game
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 that soar talk
Stole the and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made every love scene a
Sound track recorded in Minnesnowda
Tastes 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 moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous?
See your in the distance, the riveting
Given the way the moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me like a kite string

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

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

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

Now what If I spent, my whole day ?, on getting bent, and now I afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your door (Back door)
or hit up Super America for the cash (Fast forward)
I should be honest, cause my outer conscience,
Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people up from sleeping,
Keeping me from retrieving and bed time stories,
to bore me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, even much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe in it I became a cynic,
but your sexy grin gets less by the minute
The planets in my now rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
I don't give a fuck if you grasp 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 scale the ladder to
I'd rather just than gather your junk
(Yo dog, you blast that punk)

Alright, this round our contestant is gonna have to slam
a whole bottle of expensive firewater, it with a forty of malt liquor
smoke a blunt, load a gun and sell records to 14 year all over the country
And the first one of you genocidal fashion 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 Spumonte, sippin' kamekazi
Shoulda called mommy you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of you're life's a flashback when I out that hatchback
Here's your tape, give me my back
I'm on tracks, and that's that, in that's all you need
Either take some kind of lead, or fall to knees and bleed
How's scene?
And that rental running?
And the weed selling?
And how's the coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit lips
Stick this in your to cleanse it
The fuckin' prop is too
Make's me to end it (Repent kid)
My advice is from here on out you purchase boxers
That way when your bitch does your laundry, she won't tell her moms the stains created
when I skated that flat service you refer to as lyrical endowment
content, that conscience, run down to that ?