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Control

Talk all you want, say I'm this and I'm that when I walk with a tongue that's equipped with the rap of a bandage

Showing you how bored I am with this language

Yo, convicted of a sentence, conviction in a sentence

Ripping intuition ripping you in two wishin I stopped

I’m on top privates talk about a

Private stock

You’re ducking me like federov

She's bugging me I fed her off

My pen is illin' better get some penicillin

It's hard where we live to tell a vision from the Television

In a way a word arranged can say that we’re deranged

I stay the same, a person changes with a purse in change

If I say I hate the song you did I'm being nice

I won't consider things you do as cold, should you be in ice

She sees her rights as something

Caesar writes on

Paper towels

Calculate her pay per hour

Add it up her papers ours

Whether it's coke our flour, it's still a wad of dough

Kaboom you wanna show for thirty bucks?

Would you wanna show?

I've been in her since she was innocent in a sense

Your ho will give you ten percent

I'm getting ten percent, I spent

Take her to my house

Get her wrecked until I get erect

You better sweat

Now I know you're scared

Cause your bed is wet

You better check

You bet i check

The bets to you, you bet or check

Get a step Your head is next

Oops nope your head’s a neck

Insinuating asshole accusations to each other

In sin you ate an apple and now everybody suffers

Get at em Adam automic atomic no rehearsals running circles round the world the world is run in circles


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So bored!

I met a girl named Angela in the summer then went to Los Angeles and lost Angela's number

You're giving me a headache, yo you why did you rhyme at all?

I tore the bathroom apart, tile and all for some Tylenol

The ghetto gets raped, evil forces penetrate

Death rate inflates, you need an S cape to escape

I make the whole world wanna believe

In how real I am, my lyrics make a wannabe leave

I know a few close women that don't wear their clothes women

A retired coach illin with the hoes cold chillin

I gave a bum a hundred dollar bill so he could buy crack

Came right back, he was hanging off a bike rack

I'm sick on records and I can't be disinfected

It's gotta be unhealthy for me to be this infected

You have to be a scholar for this song to be conceivable for you to do it's like a badger pushing to conceive a bull


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