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Get on down brass tacks stomp your foot when the groove hits your back
Blend in with dark skin we all through here? Or still nibblin'?
Split like the check after signature scribbling the one and only two soled Timberlands
Speak false of his faults and ills they do it everyday like blood pressure pills
Keyboard certified skills not free like will not cheap like thrills
Powerball power drill a king I be and it's on me like Lucille
A million men marched to Freaknik while he stayed home and honed his music
All in it like a onesie close to the edge don't push me or rush me
Been a good year for a pimp like the blimp doesn't mean he was exempt from contempt
Thought he'd throw a dinner party and was excited
Bad timing rescheduled for brunch
No one showed felt blind sighted the brass knucks spiked the punch
Thought he prepped his cheeses still lost it all and wept like Jesus