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I got a flock of drop jawns, I fuck 'em all on express
You only touched titty once, puttin the corsage on ya mom's prom dress
I got somethin' hot for ya optics, fuck ya hecklers
The Hechler raise the hairs on ya neck like remarkin on taboo topics
Clear the set, for real I clear the metal detect
Plus I always know the deal, son I stack the deck
You want my spot, it's here, still you won't come near
My sense of ya bullshit act, overpowered by the smell of ya fear
Hotboxin against God, outcome's clear
The odds are 7 to 1, I'm the dog of the year
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you catch that body son you better have that alibi
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