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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
this is the where we make the average player a star.
Now, if you'll me, let's give it up for the host 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 floor
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 every scene a three-way
Sound track recorded in Minnesnowda
like ambrosia
Disinfects pen
Yo, let's hold our and show your chest, if you're 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 your in the distance, the riveting
Given the way the moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me like a kite string

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

Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus with socks?
Or air on the horny Miami based
or do you just want to the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with 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 bent, and now I can't afford my rent
Do I a crowbar 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 odds of blowing up are equal to waking 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 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 head now rotate the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
I don't give a fuck if you grasp it
Resent the bitch 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 the ladder to jump
I'd rather just flunk than gather junk
(Yo dog, you blast that punk)

Alright, this round our contestant is gonna have to slam
a whole bottle of expensive firewater, 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, tell them what win!

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

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, kamekazi
Shoulda mommy when you saw me pull up in ?
The of you're life's a flashback when I jump out that hatchback
Here's tape, give me my cash 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 your
And how's that rental
And how's the weed
And the demo coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit lips
this in your mouth to cleanse it
The fuckin' prop is too
me want to end it (Repent kid)
My advice is from here on out you purchase yellow
That way when bitch does 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 down to ?