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All right, all you players and player haters, once again time for the "Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live 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 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 tryin' to hear that soar talk
Stole the dinner and it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made love scene a three-way
Sound track here in Minnesnowda
Tastes ambrosia
pen holders
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 your in the distance, the riveting
Given the way the moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and me tight like a kite string

All right, hear it for contestant number one
What's your 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 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 can't my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your back (Back door)
or hit up Super America for the drawer? (Fast forward)
I should be honest, cause even my 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 that much, flustered by the fell in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe somewhere in it I a cynic,
but your sexy grin gets attractive by the minute
The planets in my head now around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I don't give a 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 at how you fancy the passion, bastard
How fast you the ladder to jump
I'd rather just flunk than your junk
(Yo dog, you blast that punk)

Alright, this 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 records to 14 year olds all over the country
And the one of you genocidal fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins

what!?

Mr. Announcer, them what they'll win!

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

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