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I don't think so bad motherfucker
With a real dark peephole
Pink Ukrainian Bolshevik no diarrhea
Cause we're eating perogies
Got a fire power rear
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My blue angel stands me up
Delivers my payload
Candy sugar coated poon liver lipped
Baby gotta cockamaimy smile
Can you smell my fear
You can die
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My steel negro walk like that
And deliver my ego
Sinking to the bottom wanna clean
Out your pool - can you swim
Gotta get it right while
I'm making up a new rule
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I dig real folks stand like iron
Don't rhyme like white jokes
You're pushing and shoving
Come on get your head outta the oven
Spinning on a bar stool
Another private white fool
You can die, you can die
As the world revolves around my head
Look to the light
The crystal web you weave
Could never hold me tight
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My real teacher doesn't like rice
And she ain't no preacher
Wrists of fury
Gonna take you down to size
Take me down
And now I got a new prize
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Ya funk meister, sounds like crap
And doesn't smell much nicer
The bigger the better I like a butt
That smells like leather - what
You wanna know what I can smell
Your fear
Bad mofo
Big bad
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You can die, you can die
(That's Mike up high!)
Cause you're dead
