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

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, the money, everyone on the floor drop
I want all the food in the bag, and I ain't to hear that soar talk
the dinner and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made every love scene a
Sound recorded here in Minnesnowda
like ambrosia
Disinfects pen
Yo, let's hold our breath and show 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 clouds moved, it fucked with the
Grabbed me by the and pulled me tight like a kite string

All right, let's hear it for contestant one
your 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 based
or do you just to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with money?

Yo, I the sex man, just give 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 to your back door (Back door)
or hit up America for the cash drawer? (Fast forward)
I should be honest, cause my outer conscience,
Knows the of blowing up are equal to people waking up from sleeping,
me from retrieving kingdoms and bed time stories,
Used to bore me with, in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in with the rush
Hush, maybe somewhere in it I a cynic,
but your sexy grin gets less attractive by the
The planets in my now rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I give a fuck if you grasp it
the bitch that don't and cast it under the masses;
I asked, "Is right?" I answered, "Does it matter?"
I was at how you fancy the passion, bastard
How fast you scale the ladder to
I'd rather just flunk than gather your
(Yo dog, you should that punk)

Alright, next round our contestant is gonna have to slam
a bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt liquor
smoke a blunt, a gun and sell records to 14 year olds all over the country
And the first one of you genocidal fantasy fucks 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 when you saw me pull up in ?
The of you're life's a flashback when I jump 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 kind of lead, or fall to your knees and
How's scene?
And that rental running?
And how's the selling?
And how's the coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit lips
Stick this in mouth to cleanse it
The fuckin' prop is too
me want to end it (Repent kid)
My advice is from here on out you yellow boxers
That way when your bitch your laundry, she won't tell her moms about the stains created
when I skated across that flat service you to as lyrical endowment
That content, that conscience, run to that ?