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

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, the money, everyone on the floor drop
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 love scene a
Sound track recorded in Minnesnowda
Tastes ambrosia
pen holders
Yo, let's hold our breath and show your chest, if you're of it
And wake me back to if you see me falling out of it
a full moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous?
See your in the distance, the riveting
Given the way the clouds moved, it fucked the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and me tight like a kite string

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

Mr. Anus Driller, you want 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 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 getting bent, and now I can't afford my
Do I grab a crowbar to your back (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 to people waking up from sleeping,
Keeping me from kingdoms and bed time stories,
Used to me with, positioned in the orbit 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 your sexy grin gets less attractive by the
The planets in my head now rotate the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I don't a fuck if you grasp it
Resent the bitch that and cast it under the masses;
I asked, "Is right?" I answered, "Does it matter?"
I was glancing at how you fancy the passion,
How you scale the ladder 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 bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt liquor
a blunt, load 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, and lot's of props!

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin'
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 your tape, me my cash back
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
your scene?
And how's rental running?
And the weed selling?
And how's the demo
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit your
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 moms about the created
when I skated across that flat service you refer to as lyrical
That content, conscience, run down to that ?