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All right, all you players and haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live right here in lovely snowy
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
right, here he is, Mr. Sep Sev...

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, fuck the money, everyone on the drop
I want all the in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear that soar talk
Stole the dinner and freaked it to the
Flipped the screenplay, and made every scene a three-way
Sound track recorded in Minnesnowda
Tastes ambrosia
pen holders
Yo, let's hold our breath and your chest, if you're proud of it
And wake me back to safety if you see me out of it
Under a full moon, the ?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 thoughts and pulled me 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 to play 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 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 crowbar to back door (Back door)
or hit up America for the cash drawer? (Fast forward)
I should be honest, even my outer conscience,
Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people waking up 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 fell in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe somewhere in it I a cynic,
but your sexy gets less attractive by the minute
The planets in my 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
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 to jump
I'd rather just than gather your junk
(Yo dog, you should that punk)

Alright, this next round our is gonna have to slam
a whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of liquor
smoke a blunt, load a gun and sell records to 14 year olds all over the
And the first one of you genocidal fashion fantasy to go platinum wins

what!?

Mr. Announcer, them what they'll win!

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

Pissed on the Spumonte, sippin' kamekazi
called mommy when you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of you're life's a flashback when I jump out that
Here's your tape, give me my cash
I'm on tracks, and that's that, in 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 demo
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 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 across that flat service you refer to as lyrical
That content, that conscience, run down to ?