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1/29/15

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Hey everybody, how's it goin
guess who's back, with dimples showing
worse than a heart attack, my cheeks are glowing
erection growing, face numb from all the flowing
worse still my hands are sore from always throwing
down whether it's on a beat, giving a beating, or when in a meeting
I rarely frown, the moment is fleeting
even though the pain is constant and always seething
I just remember to keep breathing and never stop believing
otherwise I would never get out
I'd just be sitting all alone by myself filled with self doubt
as I pouted and I cried filled with loathing sometimes I wish I'd died,

but the few times I tried, to my suprise I always survied

The curtains open on a back yard
Everybody's drinkin fast, smokin fat, and chillen hard.
Practicing my skills as the king bard
my beats leave you stunned and my lyrics charred.

With a quick one-two I'll take care of you
Hit you in the face harder than syrian rue during a break through.
Sittin in queue, my thoughts all askew
I can't stop writing cause I got nothing better to do, can't help but spew

Makin non-stop rhymes about my musical crimes
and I've got more babies than the march of dimes.
Don't be afriad it's just the end of times,
And it's coming on faster than Jon Bacher climbs.

I've gone deeper into space than the voyager,
thought I saw the captain's face and screamed "Oh boy it's her."
If I didn't know any better I'd say I'm going crazy
But I do know better and I'm just getting lazy

Makin non-stop rhymes about my musical crimes
and I've got more babies than the march of dimes.
Don't be afriad it's just the end of times,
And it's coming on faster than Jon Bacher climbs.

I've gone deeper into space than the voyager,
thought I saw the captain's face and screamed "Oh boy it's her."
If I didn't know any better I'd say I'm going crazy
But I do know better and I'm just getting lazy

If you wanna know the truth, I've got a mad sweet tooth
so meet me in the back of the booth with a baby ruth and I'll show you my

fountain of youth

You'll get sprayed but you won't get paid, just get me laid, lend some

aide to the braid brigade, don't be afraid, let's make a trade, you go

down on me and I'll downgrade, to one of the older models, the kind that

waddles, just let me finish off these bottles, I'll go full throttle but

you should put on these goggles, when I get done with you you won't walk

but hobble

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from Music from the North Vol​.​1 (Instrumental), released January 24, 2015

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