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Lyrics
Yo I spit like kids with big lisps
got a gift like Saint Nick I write my scripts
in chickenscratch like a doctor, I'm not your,
av-er-age white suburban rock star
I give a damn dude, like hoover, you suck to
I so easily maneuver through you like I got a map construct to
instruct you, how to navigate away from gayness
Tom Tom show me just which I can escape with
you're lame just like planning your first date in
Burger King's play pen, and not even paying
You're just a waste a time like throwing away a clock
Out of all the greats in the world... ya not
I'll retract my last statement and quit,
as soon as I contract syphilis, and have to cut off my dick
But you kids would have nothing to ride, besides,
I keep your gurly hot cause I'm on fire- ha
I see you grimming me as if you wanna fight
(Bring it On then) Smashin'em, turning out they lights
Like the Northeast Blackout, back-out, pack a (punch)
on this Fag's mouth, then he'll get sacked out like a lunch
Ain't not shame in my game, know the name,
Renigade, still the same, aint gone change, aint no way- hahaha
