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"Paulie, I won $40 at Keno!"

Hey what gives?

[Chorus: God's Computer]

My girl said she's too skinny

I said eat a cherry cake

I'm a cake boss let me know if you tryna bake

I'm from Jersey baby, but this ain't the Jersey shore

("Paulie, I won $40 at Keno!")

My name is Buddy like the elf at the Gimbels store

[Verse: Kenopro79]

I feel like God's Computer I feel like buddy the elf

I felt like cake boss up late in bakeries talking to myself

I'm gon' help myself right now, I talk my way right to the wealth

I'm on some Tom Clancy shit, I'm creeping up on you its stealth

(Blaow)

Like it's Doom guy send your ass to hell

I feel like I'm Adele how I sing on the stage and sell

Out shows like evil corporations [?] like it's Shell

I'm gonna liberate your hoe from you and crack her like a bell

[Bridge: Kenopro79]

Like a bell, like a bell don't mean taco

No I do not want to smoke your fronto

I just want the cash, need it pronto

Got bags like Santa but I don't go ho ho ho

[Verse 2: God's Computer]

I'm baking cakes while I'm getting baked, it's a bake sale

Got some cookies on the counter smoking loud, they're a great deal

Fuck the girl scouts, they sell overpriced dog shit

Ima kill 'em in the mosh pit

I'm not a boy scout yeah I talk shit

I'm with Kenopro in Boston

We're robbing shit like we're in the [town?]

We're brothers like the Boondock Saints

We're twins like we're Zack & Cody, heirs of a super rich estate

Our dad's name is Bill Gates

But we're not soft like Microsoft, we're tough and [Boston?] strong

You know we ran the marathon

Now we're driving, we're driving on the Autobahn

I'm an elf stuck in Germany

Gotta get back to santa's workshop on [?], on my family

Yeah, the north pole's actually super dark

Santa's not fat and jolly he's more like a shark

[Chorus: God's Computer]

My girl said she's too skinny

I said eat a cherry cake

I'm a cake boss let me know if you tryna bake

I'm from Jersey baby, but this ain't the Jersey shore

My name is Buddy like the elf at the Gimbels store

[Verse 3: $wagZilla]

Man I'm so high it's insane

Sayin' that shit I don't know what you're talking about

I got a bitch with good brain

They tryna take me out the game, [then we call get you ?] [?]

Bands on bands on, no don't stop

I can't lie I need that guap

Hatin' on me, tryna plot

JJ Watt I can't be bought

They think they can say that shit 'cuz I'm way down south and I'm way too fresh

(This is a motherfucking JRG classic)

[?]

My life so good right now, but it ain't the best [it could've ?]

I'm blessed I dont know how, everyday it's seeming like a fix

I had to take that chance, yeah I'm running down that road

I got bands lil baby in my pocket don't you know

Now I'm chillin' with this gang and you know we [getting froze?]

Dog get ice cold baby yeah you know we off the most

[Chorus: God's Computer]

My girl said she's too skinny

I said eat a cherry cake

I'm a cake boss let me know if you tryna bake

I'm from Jersey baby, but this ain't the Jersey shore

My name is Buddy like the elf at the Gimbels store

It's JRG in this bitch!