Lyrics
Reuben: This for all my heroin junkies out there! Right this south there, writin' the fout there what he about there mane/get off the sheriff prane/get the sheriff grain/still grippin' the grain at night/lookin' like a fuckin' dyke/wait, I really hope they went to mommit Washington state/Washington state, lookin' like a rate and they got raped/got raped like Holly Bourque in the back of the club, wait I'm gonna get sued for this/And I'll make less money than I really wanna lose for it/lose the cruise, lose the booze, lose the foods now what you knew about that? Knew the crack, smokin' the crack in the back of the 'llac, oh, oh, oh, oh. That just took up so many muthafuckin' minutes, even though, wait, wait, I'm gonna check, it's only been, like, wait, wait, wait, wait, I'm gonna check.
Chorus: And I'm Checkin' For The Number of Minutes that it's been in the back of club like that, and there's not many in the, wait, wait, it's been 56 seconds, and now we're almost a minute
Reuben: Spinnin', spinnin', spinnin'/spinnin', rimmin', Timbin'/poppin' ecstasy in the back like a nigga who laid the fitted/smokin' fiddies, would you niggas sittin' on the wall like to bid it?/Would you like bid on eBay?/Get so rich that you can't even see May? Oh!/Just because you're rich, doesn't mean you don't have eyes/and if someone's poor does that mean they are gonna cry? No!/they'll become a rapper and be stupid as we rap the fact/Oh, wait, I just heard my/myself in the back of the rye/smokin' rye like Madonna, high/gettin' high in the back of the dub/smokin' on dubs livin' on brubs/livin' on brubs livin' on dubs/you got me all to made me come/
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Reuben: One minute, one fitted, one grimace, one chance to get it, in the back of the world we did it/trucks from the fire, comin' from the firewire/liar liar, pants on fire, hidden from the higher, Mr. Hyer/in Sputnik Day in class, and we all kissed his muthafuckin' ass/wanted to pass the class to pass the class, go to college folks/we can ride on hundred spokes and never have community sheets, what a joke/what you know about that, what you know about that, what you know about what you knew/what you knew about that, what you know about that, what you know about sniffin' glue?/sniffin' glue, sniffin' glue, honey, look at you/what you knew 'bout this muthafuckin' white stain, Boo?/you think I'm stupid, where were you when the last cop was wit it?/I know you got my last letters, I wrote the addresses on them perfect/wait, stole that from some other song, and crushes, and cruckers, and dutches and brussles and grussles and grussles, and they metal and headle from ghetto to ghetto/wait, stop, to wait, what am I some kind of cannibal?/Cannibal, spittin' other people's wack shit?/Cannibal, eatin' all the sunny track shit?/Eatin' it all right down, be comin' around, to particle, cabaret, sit the fuck down and lie down/lie down, like the every rights test/I give you every breath test, snowball, you come with force, touch with g/move on up, Sputnik, for them that still don't understand it, it, it, ladies all the hats wanna get like that on your head/
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Reuben: Almost a minute, wait I already started this shit, and i then I really don't wanna do a fourth verse, but I might as well, because I don't think anyone will really come back, or really come back to the place where I really wanna mack, and really wanna do bird a verse, and spurt a verse, and spurt a verse, and spurt a sperm, and spurt it worse!/Curb the words, curd the shirt, come, take your shirt off, you know you ain't givin' birth/What, wait, if we are the only people allowed to be naked then why, are we takin' all this shit, and fakin' it, takin' it right off the blocks, right off the cop, right off the crop, right off the cop, right at the back, right at the back, and you already know he just stepped out the 'llac, oh!/
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Reuben: Fourth verse was way too short, bitches goin' to court and not wearin' any panties and the lanties and yo
