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One, two, in the place to do (p-paw) Here we go I regret to inform you of you imminent demise Men put your phones down, look your women in the eyes Understand, let go your old plans (doo-doo) Children hold hands, your new role demands that if you Gotta lick a shot (bbrrrrr), then aim for 6 o'clock At least put it 22 when it jumps and hits the spot (d-ddooo) An idiot could do it Nice life. Be a shame if something happen to it (what what) This solves nothing (nothing!) True Just thinking on the master plan Steez drip like Faygo off the hatchetman Burst into tears like Steve hearing Pile in Malden There's a balm in Gilead, use it often Syncopated Saturdays fill me like a coffin Spit like Zadie Smith with a Jay Z lisp, or like J.Z. Smith, you can take your pick The point is my vocabulary pays my rent From Letras Mania