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So, Just Sit Back And Max And Relax
Off Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up
'CauseI Get Funky Like Diaper Rash
And You Know I'm Mad sp*nky And I'm Making Cash
I've Got Sex Rhymes Like Victoria's Got Secrets
To All You p*rne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep This
I'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About scr*wing
Lead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat Ewing
Like Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A Wave
Like Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A.K.
Like A Sound That To The Depths Of The
Soul
Well That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal
A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In My Grape Ape
I Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix Tape
Because I Get Ill When I'm On The Pause Button
And I Get My Fill And You Can't Say Nothing
More Soul On This Train Then Don Cornelious
Got The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your an*s
Just Getting On The Mic At The Monthly Function
Wires h*tting Switches Connecting At The Junction
Perlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No Secret
Dante Found His s**t But You Know He Freaked It
And So The Story Goes On And On
Down In S.D. 50 'till Early Morning