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Yo, you ready? Aight, go Prefer to kick back, count stacks Eat Count Chocula in my pajamas Can't slap a deadline on something that's timeless Next year, open it for promise You'll be done talking out the side of your mouth Like Don Imus, like what you thought I was doing before I dropped that eponymous, and man I kinda miss being anonymous There's more to it than rap, you have to be some sort of Politician, social worker, slash economist I ain't fond of this rigamarole And there's no need to dig him a hole (did it yourself, stupid) Hit the scene like a big comet But I felt like Howard Stern dealing with Pig Vomit No wonderama shit with me and my conglomerate Now fuck with me, get ya momma hit It's way too safe in this climate Catch him while he bunch and punch a buddy in his face And knock over his kale omelette And that cute little salad with balsamic Put him in the fiend like a needle, fuck the [?] Just might catch a wedgie, that's atomic We bombing on em like standup comics At the Cellar, soon-to-be bestsellers, storyteller Letras de cancionesY'all cats is Uri Geller Go to court, prosecutors, kid just play your acapella With that pen you- what? Get the fuck out my face Y'heard Yo What's good? Shit sound aite? That shit buurtiful nigga, y'heard? You know what I mean, we just gon' use that as is Oo yo my grandma bump this shit bro, deadass From Letras Mania