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WE COULD OF BEEN FUCKIN RAPSTARS, BUT YOU ROCKSTAR, IT UP YOUR FUCKIN ARM, THEN YOU POPSTAR, THE FUCKIN JAW. MADE IT SNOW IN MAY, KNEW A HOMIE BY THE NAME OF JAY, DID CARTWHEELS IN THE HAY, HE SAID, HEY, YOU WANT TO STAY, I REPLIED, GET THE FUCK AWAY, WATCH WHAT YOU SAY, I DON'T FUCKIN PLAY. JAY TRIED, THE FUCKIN GEORGE, AM NOT A WHITE BOY, AM A FUCKIN MAN, AM NOT CURIOUS, AM BEIN SERIOUS, CAUSE AM FUCKIN FURIOUS. JAY STEP OUT OF BOUNDS, STARTED TO TALK SLICK, DON'T BE ALARM I WON'T HARM, ONLY FUCKIN CHARM. NO, HESITATION, PUCH THROAT WITH MY LEFT, THIS MOTHER FUCKEA, FOUGHT BACK, I DO THE FUCIN RICK, CLOCK JAY IN THE FUCKIN TEMPLE, WITH MY RIGHT, HE DOES THE FUCKIN WOBBLE, CAME AROUND WITH MY MAYWEATHER MONEYMAKER SOUTHPAW, SATTER HIS FUCKIN JAW INTO A 1,000 PIECES, JAY DRINKS OUT OF A RECYCLABLE STRAW, TO THIS FUCKIN DAY. WE COULD OF BEEN FUCKIN RAPSTARS, BUT YOU ROCKSTAR, IT UP YOUR FUCKIN ARM, THEN YOU POPSTAR, THE FUCKIN JAW GOT A VIDEO CALL FROM TAMMY, I ACCEPT THE GREEN BUTTON CALMLY, TAMMY SAID, HELLO BISCIT, WHAT'S THE FUCKIN WORD, FOOL'S DO THE FUCKIN SWORD, AM MORE LIKE, MAKIN THE PRETTY KITTY, PURR, PURRR, YOU SO FUCKIN SILLY, SWING BY IN THE V.A. CAMRY. SHOW ME HOW YOU DO THE HANDY, WHEN WE GO TO ANDY'S, BUT END UP AT HER NANNY'S. FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF GRAMMY GRAB ME A FEW GRAMMY'S NEED MY FUCKIN THERAPY SMELL THE AROMA, OPEN THE BATHROOM DOOR, TAMMY WAS DOIN THE NEEDLE IN THE ATTIC, ON HER LEFT ARM, WHAT THE FUCK, YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK, DON'T MIND ME, THEN I HAD A FUCKIN THOUGHT, I LIFT THE LID ON THE PORCELAIN, GAVE TAMMY A SWIRLY, SLAM IT RAW IN HER FUCKIN ASS. FOOL'S SHOULD'A KEPT IT REAL CAUSE AM THE FUCKIN REAL DEAL. WE COULD OF BEEN FUCKIN RAPSTARS, BUT YOU ROCKSTAR, IT UP YOUR FUCKIN ARM, THEN YOU POPSTAR, THE FUCKIN JAW.