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Audio Sample: And I am here today in the hopes of lifting the spirits of America, because I understand Americans are very fond of song and danceSo,Florida's only gold teeth and tennis shoesRun from the free world in terror (?)You can act like a Muppet if you dress like a manI'm a freelance puppet with a one-way ticketAnd I'll ride the greyhound until it breaks meI'm a juvenile model of my future selfIf you live for tomorrow then you dying todayAnd if you can come back around then you can find another waySo this is my album, why'd you buy it If you're a friend of mine then you're sick of my mouthBecause I'm from down south you're expecting the bounce And if he's gonna come with it then it better be wickedSometimes I'm funny but it can get annoying Kiss me goodnight before I push you awaySo this is for the girls that brush their teeth in the shower Eat meat but love animals believe in the power ofDishwashers are construction workers From the springs in the bed to the circuit jerkersI miss my spider I don't know who's got her but someone could have taken her instead of two moreSo leave me a message when you ride your replacementI'm done talking about my jaded pastFrom animosity Letras de cancionesto sexual tension to thunderstorm to flatlineAnd its about time I get moving onI'm freewheeling with a lonely heartI don't make excuses 'cause they're make believeI'm a barrel of fun rolling down the hill I shoulda seen me in my prime I was such a prickThat person I used to be makes me sick So I'm throwing it all away welcome to the crybaby crunkwelcome to the crybaby crunk crunk crunk unk unk(don't drink that wine)Hey there mister cooperate you think you're slickYou've invaded our music and now she's sickBut if she happens to die, because of your drugsI'm putting in your culo a .38 slugShe swallowed it. Yeah!If you want me come get meHow the fuck you think you can take me I got my crew/ Here I go Here I go / Bounce bounce bounce bounce Yeah, I'm so bitter but I can still get liveWe can get belligerent and drink saint ive'sYou can throw your bows and still act like you careI'll probably never be a millionaire Don't own a shotgun and I don't want one(?) My mind's still shaking from the I ME bass (?)You can pop the trunk But you will never be the poison clanCowards in costumes get sprayed and paidI hate yours, yours hate meStraight Out the Jungle was my first CD From the Jimbrowski to the backstreet boysFrom The Native Tongue to All Creative ToysFloridian raised with the New York mind stateHip hop has never affected my crime rateChild of the eighties I was still a baby Listening to music people thought was crazyMy parents never tried to censor me Even when I got As Nasty As They Want 2 Be It all became a part of me Integrated with teenage angst, The Anarchist's Cookbook and childish pranksRaised in the runup of older brothersThank god he never knew frat life Skateboards and Liquid SwordsGanster Rap and HelmetI'm a melting pot of what used to be hotWhen blinded by the presentKeep it close to your heart and keep it gritty From Letras Mania