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my popularitys on the ri-ise.my self-image is somewhat
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sinking
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my heads expanding in size but my stomachs shrinking
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it all evens out in the end thats what I'm thinking
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sing the cashregister raps ch-ching ching.green backs bring the bling bling
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na na I may stay home.rev got the ring ring ha ha hey hey poem
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while my answering machine screening calls.hailing safe and alone
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I want change in your message not the coin return of a payphone
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my boys are concerned that my brains blown
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voices get turned away annoyed with what they say
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if its a gay tone n they like "hey ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo..."
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few remain prone to spray straight shots with blood stained glocks
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n a face of stone to melt your ice grill it might spill!
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n break ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd presenting tape should own
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replace the thrown with some Non-Prophets drop bass ON
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Sage is know to pull your card kid so chill
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I mess up plans like robbers with no skill
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my only knowledge is the holy father SO THRILLED
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that you dont know still what God is making martyrs outta molehills
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now if your soul is fufilled holed your dills
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n realize youre never satisfied til after u die from overkill
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im from Placiboville but we know the drill
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obscene is so ill but wait for the nurse to leave so I can throw the pill..
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I AM NOT SICK! demeneted or listed as twisted bitch
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whats up with this kid
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some insisted that I'm interested in running from the facts whispered
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in a mating call that get a busy signal from a number thats unlisted
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lumberjacks are gifted.when I swung the axe it slid
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out of my grasp n injured this invalid, invalid
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Toss-offs toss their cookies while tossing salads
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I ghost-write the most hype love sonnet n let some whore sing the ballad
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IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! with a platinum voice
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IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! cuz I havent a choice
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servin up this cuz (S!) echo-freaks need to eat
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excrament aint flauntin rose peddals
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I breed hard rocks to impregnate stones to grow pebbles
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I throw kettles at pan-handlers n pot-smokers
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sell insest to sexually repressed stockbrokers
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I turn impetant pimps to sex slaves
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manifest them with radio activity from x-rays
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I bootleg their skeletons the next day
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son u can sense my dark mood once the sky gets gray
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little kids r like "lets play!haha." not right then
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tell them to act like men then i'll fight them
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let em hit me first then be like "strike again!"
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then its my turn to see how far the limbs of little tykes bend
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I tied em up, with burlap rope. "word?thats dope."
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manhandled the girl that lacked hope n her back broke
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she prefered crack cocain. the heroin needed heroin never again
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ladies n gentlelele gentlelele gentlelele..
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im from a species of zsars through the deep seas n stars
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everything I do is important so I save my feces in jars
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n what I eat seems bizarr I deep-freeze n thaw
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emcees who aint down by the gravities of law
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now these anologies aint raw
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but when u secretly serve this well-done yall then become casualties of war
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just call me Francis Allah n I was flattered
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cuz I ghost-wrote the most dope love sonnet let dumb harlet sung the ballad
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...and I havent a choice n if ya snatches aint moist just
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sing-a-long c'mon
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la la laaaaa. la la la laaaa la la la la la
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la la laaaaa. la la la la la la lala la la.
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Whore Monger
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| Sage Francis |
