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All right, all you players and player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" show
Recorded live right here in lovely Minnesota
is the game where we make the average player a star.
Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the 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 tryin' to hear that soar talk
the dinner and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made love scene a three-way
Sound track recorded here in
like ambrosia
Disinfects pen
Yo, let's hold our breath and 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 moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the and pulled me tight like a kite string

All right, let's hear it for number one
What's your name
Yo, MC famous, the

Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus with socks?
Or air on the horny Miami based
or do you just to take the phony 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 afford my rent
Do I grab a to your back door (Back door)
or hit up Super America for the drawer? (Fast forward)
I be honest, cause even my outer conscience,
Knows the odds of blowing up are to people waking up from sleeping,
Keeping me retrieving 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 in lust with the rush
Hush, somewhere in it I became a cynic,
but sexy grin gets less attractive by the minute
The planets in my head now rotate the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I don't give a if you grasp it
Resent the bitch don't and cast it under the masses;
I asked, "Is right?" I answered, "Does it matter?"
I was glancing at how you the passion, bastard
How you scale the ladder to jump
I'd rather flunk than gather your junk
(Yo dog, you blast that punk)

Alright, next round our contestant is gonna have to slam
a bottle 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 the country
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, and lot's of props!

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, kamekazi
Shoulda mommy when you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of you're life's a flashback when I jump out that
Here's your tape, give me my cash
I'm on tracks, and that's that, in fact that's all you
Either take some kind of lead, or fall to your and bleed
How's your
And how's that running?
And the weed selling?
And how's the coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit your
this in your mouth to cleanse it
The fuckin' is too expensive
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 her moms about the stains created
when I skated across that flat you refer to as lyrical endowment
That content, that conscience, run to that ?