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with shit slurry dippin'
poop chute slippin'
Jenkem bottle yr grippin'
sniff it up and start trippin'
headed for a rap sarcoma
Frozen up in Oklahoma
too much Okie Noodlin'
gives you bad catfish trauma
Yr tornado alley schemes
and wack rhyme routines
old and played like Brylcreem
are far less than they seem
With mad-vision like the Hubble
I deduce yr rhyme troubles
One hit wonder like the Buggles
soft as a bear selling Snuggle
On and On and On got the dope routines
Light up the glass bong, don't use no screens
beat you down for a song, got the ways and means
you best head to the john, 'fore yr shit hits yr jeans.
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