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All right, all you players and player haters, again it's time for the "Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live here in lovely 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 host of the "Sep Sev" 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 tryin' to hear that soar talk
Stole the dinner and freaked it to the
Flipped the screenplay, and made every love scene a
Sound track here in Minnesnowda
Tastes like
Disinfects pen
Yo, let's our breath and show your chest, if you're proud of it
And wake me back to if you see me falling out of it
a full moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous?
See your in the distance, the images
Given the way the 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 your name
Yo, MC famous, the

Okay Mr. Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus with matching socks?
Or air on the horny based video
or do you want 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 bent, and now I can't afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to back door (Back door)
or hit up Super for the cash drawer? (Fast forward)
I be honest, cause even my outer conscience,
Knows the odds of up are equal to people waking up from sleeping,
me from retrieving kingdoms and bed time stories,
Used to me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, even that much, flustered by the fell in lust with the rush
Hush, somewhere in it I became a cynic,
but sexy grin gets less attractive by the minute
The in my head now rotate 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 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 you scale the ladder to jump
I'd rather just flunk than your junk
(Yo dog, you should blast punk)

Alright, this next round our is gonna have to slam
a whole bottle of 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 fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins

what!?

Mr. Announcer, them what they'll win!

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

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, kamekazi
called mommy 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, give me my back
I'm on tracks, and that's that, in that's all you need
Either take some of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed
How's scene?
And that rental running?
And how's the weed
And how's the coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you bit your lips
Stick this in your 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
That way when your bitch does 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 ?