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To the one on the flamboyant temp, I'll just toss that ham in the fryin' pan like spam. Feel done when I come in slam. Damn. I feel like the Son of Sam. Don't make me wreck shit hectic. Next to the chair got me goin' like General Electric. The lights are blinking, I'm thinking it's all over when I go out drinking. Oh, makin' my mind slow. That's why I don't fuck with the big four-o. Bro', I gotta maintain, `cause a nigga like me is goin' insane.
Do my shit undercover. Now it's time for the blubba blabba, to watch that belly get fatter. Fat boy on a diet. Don't try it. I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot. My shit's fat like a sumo slammin' that ass leavin' your face in the grass. You know I don't take a chulo lightly, punks just jealous `cause they can't out-write me. So kick that style: wicked, wild. Happy face nigga never seen me smile. Rip that mainframe. I'll explain. A nigga like me is goin' insane.
Like Louie Armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit that bong and break ya off something soon. I got to get my props, cops. Come and try to snatch my crops. These pigs wanna blow my house down, head underground; to the next town. They get mad when they come to raid my pad and I'm out in the nine deuce Cad'. Yes I'm the pirate pilot of this ship if I get with the ultraviolet dream. Hide from the red light beam. Now do you believe in the unseen? Look, but don't make your eyes strain. A nigga like me is goin' insane.
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