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I told em yes yes, put in a call for distress,

respiratory assistance for vocal arrest,

flip it the other way that way it sound best,

may day, I repeat, may day just for you to digest,

you on the downplay, but it's doomsday fo' a pest,

lambs should stay away, not stray, Wolf still has 'em impressed,

got shit to say? yo gon' go through exponential decay,

turn the juke into a global holiday,

the archduke of foreplay, saute sorbet,

I messed up my recipe, infest your mind chemically,

refined, once blind, he on his grind, unsigned,

ready to unwind, rhymes out of a dictionary,

a military mercenary, fuck yo' bitch missionary,

lock you in a mortuary, shit is gettin' scary,

hairy white got me weary, politician still ordinary,

if he's Tom then I'm Jerry,

my psalm a flyin' bomb, my tools a pen and my palm,

wise men will leave me in my playpen,

a 17 year old 8 year old lookin' from West end,

uncontrolled common cold, but it's always twofold,

head of the household, fuck yellow I rock white gold,

how he polled?

It don't matter no more, like the second world war,

some new is in store, atoms led to a whirled Bohr,

cold turn to a bad sore.