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In a mess no stress weed bleeped pound on me chest the silver surfer ready to turf yer clap at your earth and what’s worse she’ll birth yer Merc yer hurt yer toast yer and roast yer when I’m going coast to coast just get out of the way and let my tunes run like the blazing sun I’ve got power enough to knock a stinger off his front a shunt or shiv ready to make five quid for a jax on a Henery sack Put the green to the pipe and cough up a lung I won as this song began highly strung peeps best stay out of my way get flayed when I say the murder rap with a gay attack sending flack to hot to chat back