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All right, all you players and player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" show
live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota
this is the 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
that's right, 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 ain't tryin' to hear that soar
Stole the dinner and freaked it to the
Flipped the screenplay, and made love scene a three-way
Sound recorded here in Minnesnowda
Tastes like
pen holders
Yo, let's our breath and show your chest, if you're proud of it
And me back to safety if you see me falling out of it
Under a moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous?
See your in the distance, the images
the way the clouds 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 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 looking fifty dollar bills and run with money?

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 bent, and now I can't afford my rent
Do I grab a to your back door (Back door)
or hit up Super America for the cash (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, positioned in the of my imagination
Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust the rush
Hush, maybe in it I became a cynic,
but sexy grin gets less attractive by the minute
The planets in my head now 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 at how you fancy the passion, bastard
How fast you scale the to jump
I'd rather just flunk than gather junk
(Yo dog, you should blast punk)

Alright, this next round our contestant is gonna have to
a whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a of malt liquor
smoke a blunt, load a gun and sell records to 14 olds all over the country
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 Asti Spumonte, sippin'
Shoulda called mommy when you saw me 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'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 the weed selling?
And how's the coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit lips
Stick in your mouth to cleanse it
The prop is too expensive
me want to end it (Repent kid)
My advice is 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
That content, that conscience, run down to ?