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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 snowy Minnesota
this is the game where we the average 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, on the floor drop
I want all the food in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear soar talk
Stole the dinner and it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and every love scene a three-way
Sound track here in Minnesnowda
Tastes like
pen holders
Yo, let's hold our breath and show your chest, if proud of it
And wake me to safety if you see me falling out of it
Under a moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous?
See in the distance, the images riveting
Given the way the clouds moved, it fucked with the
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me tight like a string

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

Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new with matching socks?
Or air on the horny Miami video
or do you just want to take the looking fifty dollar bills and run with money?

Yo, I want the sex man, just give chicks man, just, let me touch 'em man!

Now what If I spent, my whole day ?, on getting bent, and now I can't afford my
Do I grab a to your back door (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 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 much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe somewhere in it I a cynic,
but your sexy grin gets less attractive by the
The planets in my now rotate around 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 that don't and cast it under the
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 gather junk
(Yo dog, you should blast punk)

Alright, this next round our contestant is have to slam
a whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it 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, lot's and of props!

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin'
Shoulda called when you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of you're life's a flashback when I jump out that
Here's tape, give me my cash back
I'm on tracks, and that's that, in that's all you need
take some kind of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed
How's scene?
And how's rental running?
And how's the weed
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
Make's me to end it (Repent kid)
My advice is from 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
content, that conscience, run down to that ?