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All right, all you players and player haters, once again time for the "Sep Sev" game show
live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota
this is the game where we the average player a star.
Now, if join 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 want all the food in the bag, and I ain't 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 recorded in Minnesnowda
like ambrosia
Disinfects pen
Yo, let's hold our breath and show your chest, if you're 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 your in the distance, the riveting
the way the clouds moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me tight a kite string

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

Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus with matching
Or air on the horny 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 give 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 a crowbar to your back door (Back door)
or hit up Super America for the drawer? (Fast forward)
I should be honest, cause 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 drug fell in with 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 around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I don't give a if you grasp it
Resent the that don't 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 your junk
(Yo dog, you should blast punk)

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

what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell what they'll win!

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

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin'
called mommy when you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of life's a flashback when I jump out that hatchback
your tape, give me my cash back
I'm on tracks, and that's that, in fact all you need
Either some kind of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed
How's scene?
And that rental running?
And how's the selling?
And how's the coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you bit your lips
Stick this in your mouth to it
The prop is too expensive
Make's me to end it (Repent kid)
My advice is here on out you purchase yellow boxers
That way when your bitch your laundry, she won't tell her moms about the stains created
when I across that flat service you refer to as lyrical endowment
content, that conscience, run down to that ?