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All right, all you players and player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" show
Recorded live right here in lovely snowy
this is the game we make the average player a star.
Now, if join me, let's 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, on the floor drop
I want all the food in the bag, and I tryin' to hear that soar talk
Stole the dinner and it to the freeway
the screenplay, and made every love scene a three-way
Sound track recorded in Minnesnowda
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 moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous?
See your in the distance, the riveting
the way the clouds moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the and pulled me tight like a kite string

All right, hear it for contestant number 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 horny Miami video
or do you just want to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run 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 bent, and now I can't afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your door (Back door)
or hit up Super 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,
me from retrieving kingdoms and bed time stories,
Used to bore me with, positioned in the orbit of my
Small portion, even that much, by the drug fell in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe somewhere in it I a cynic,
but your grin gets less attractive by the minute
The planets in my head now rotate the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I 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 you scale the ladder to jump
I'd rather flunk than gather your junk
(Yo dog, you should blast punk)

Alright, this next 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 one of you genocidal fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins

what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell what they'll win!

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

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