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All right, all you players and player haters, once again it's for the "Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live right here in lovely snowy
this is the game where we make the average a star.
Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the host of the "Sep Sev" show
right, here he is, Mr. Sep Sev...

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, fuck the money, everyone on the floor
I want all the food in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear that soar
Stole the and freaked it to the freeway
the screenplay, and made every love scene a three-way
Sound recorded here in Minnesnowda
Tastes like
pen holders
Yo, hold our breath and show your chest, if you're proud of it
And wake me back to if you see me falling out of it
Under a full moon, the ?of mind is a mucous?
See in the distance, the images riveting
the way the clouds moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me tight like a string

All right, let's it for contestant number one
your name sir?
Yo, MC famous, the

Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus matching socks?
Or air on the horny Miami based
or do you just want to the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with money?

Yo, I want the sex man, just give man, just, just let me touch 'em man!

Now what If I spent, my whole day ?, on getting bent, and now I afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your door (Back door)
or hit up Super America for the cash (Fast forward)
I should be honest, cause my outer conscience,
Knows the of blowing up are equal to people waking up from sleeping,
Keeping me retrieving kingdoms and bed time stories,
Used to me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the
Hush, maybe in it I became a cynic,
but sexy grin gets less attractive by the minute
The planets in my head now rotate the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I don't a fuck if you grasp it
Resent the that don't and cast it under the masses;
I asked, "Is right?" I answered, "Does it matter?"
I was glancing at how you the passion, bastard
How fast you the ladder to jump
I'd rather flunk than gather your junk
(Yo dog, you should that punk)

Alright, this next our contestant is gonna have to slam
a bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt liquor
a blunt, load a gun and sell records to 14 year olds all over the country
And the first one of you genocidal fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum

what!?

Mr. Announcer, them what they'll win!

Well, they'll win respect, and lot's of props!

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, kamekazi
called mommy when you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of life's a flashback when I jump out that hatchback
Here's your tape, give me my cash
I'm on tracks, and that, in fact that's all you need
Either take some kind of lead, or to your knees and bleed
How's scene?
And how's rental running?
And the weed selling?
And how's the demo
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit lips
Stick this in mouth to cleanse it
The fuckin' is too expensive
me want to end it (Repent kid)
My is from here on out you purchase yellow boxers
That way when your bitch does your laundry, she won't tell her about the stains created
when I skated across that flat service you to as lyrical endowment
That content, that conscience, run down to ?