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| Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark... | |
| I know you probably here this every day, but i'm your biggest fan... | |
| Where you at man, let me see them hands in the sky. Detroit mu****a's till we die | |
| There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme, And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin' | |
| We'll be friends, i'll call you again, i'll chase you around every bar you attend. Never know what kind of car i'll be in, we'll see how much you'll be partying then | |
| Inside a package wrapped in saran Wrap wrapping, Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping, ****in' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashing | |
| A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with, anybody who's talkin this ****, that **** | |
| No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys, What else could I possibly do to make noise? | |
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| Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens and I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working | |
| Just as soon as i walk in its like all eyes on me so i try to avoid any eye contact, cos if i do that then it opens the door for conversation like i want that | |
| Wowzers, I just made a mess of my trousers, and they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis | |
| Get buzzed get drunk get crunked get ****ed up | |
| I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap | |
| But you lied again now you get to watch her leave out the window, guess thats why they call it 'window pane' | |
| Ohhh, looks like another club banger, they better hang on when they throw this thing on | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
Finish the Lyric
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
