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All right, all you and player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live right here in snowy Minnesota
is the game where we make the average player a star.
Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the of the "Sep Sev" game show
right, here 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 that talk
Stole the dinner and freaked it to the
the screenplay, and made every love scene a three-way
Sound track recorded in Minnesnowda
like ambrosia
Disinfects pen
Yo, let's hold our breath and show your chest, if proud of it
And wake me 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 clouds moved, it fucked the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and me tight like a kite string

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

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

Yo, I want the sex man, just give chicks man, just, just let me '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 America for the cash drawer? (Fast forward)
I should be honest, even my outer conscience,
Knows the odds of blowing up are to people waking up from sleeping,
Keeping me from retrieving and bed time stories,
Used to me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the
Hush, maybe in it I became a cynic,
but your sexy gets less attractive by the minute
The planets in my now rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I don't 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 you scale the ladder to jump
I'd just flunk than gather your junk
(Yo dog, you should that punk)

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

what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell them they'll win!

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

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