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

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, fuck the money, everyone on the drop
I all the food in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear that soar talk
Stole the and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made love scene a three-way
Sound track here 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 is a mucous?
See your in the distance, the riveting
Given the way the clouds moved, it fucked the lighting
Grabbed me by the and pulled me tight 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 the next round for a new Lexus with matching socks?
Or air on the horny Miami video
or do you just want to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with

Yo, I want the sex man, give 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 back door (Back door)
or hit up Super for the cash drawer? (Fast forward)
I should be honest, cause even my conscience,
Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people waking up sleeping,
Keeping me from retrieving and bed time stories,
Used to bore me with, in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust the rush
Hush, maybe somewhere in it I a cynic,
but your sexy grin 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 fuck if you it
Resent the bitch that don't and it under the masses;
I asked, "Is right?" I answered, "Does it matter?"
I was glancing at how you fancy the passion,
How fast you scale the to jump
I'd rather just flunk than gather your
(Yo dog, you blast that punk)

Alright, this round our contestant is gonna have to slam
a whole of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt 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 fucks to go wins

what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell what they'll win!

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

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin'
Shoulda called mommy you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of you're life's a 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 of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed
How's scene?
And how's that running?
And how's the weed
And how's the demo
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you bit your lips
Stick in your mouth to cleanse it
The fuckin' prop is too
me want to end it (Repent kid)
My is from here on out you purchase yellow boxers
That way when bitch does your laundry, she won't tell her moms about the stains created
when I skated across that flat you refer to as lyrical endowment
content, that conscience, run down to that ?