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All right, all you players and player haters, once again time for the "Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live right here in lovely Minnesota
this is the game where we make the average a star.
Now, if join me, let's give it up for the host of the "Sep Sev" game 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 tryin' to hear that soar talk
Stole the dinner and it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made every scene a three-way
Sound track recorded in Minnesnowda
Tastes ambrosia
Disinfects pen
Yo, let's hold our breath and show chest, if you're proud of it
And wake me to safety 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 like a kite string

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

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

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

Now what If I spent, my day ?, on getting bent, and now I can't afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your door (Back door)
or hit up Super for the cash drawer? (Fast forward)
I be honest, cause even my outer conscience,
Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to waking up from sleeping,
Keeping me from retrieving kingdoms and bed stories,
Used to bore me with, in the orbit of my imagination
portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe in it I became a cynic,
but your sexy gets less attractive by the minute
The in my head now rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
I don't give a fuck if you grasp it
Resent the bitch that don't and 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 just flunk than gather your
(Yo dog, you should blast punk)

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

what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell what they'll win!

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

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin'
Shoulda called when you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of you're life's a when I jump out that hatchback
Here's your tape, me my cash back
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 that rental
And how's the selling?
And how's the coming?
Me and my participants, be the why you and you crew bit your lips
this in your mouth to cleanse it
The prop is too expensive
Make's me to end it (Repent kid)
My advice is from here on out you purchase yellow
way when your bitch does your laundry, she won't tell her moms about the stains created
when I skated across that flat service you refer to as lyrical
That content, that conscience, run to that ?