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				Apr 23rd, 2003, 10:33 PM
			
			
			
		
			
			       
				
			
			  
		
 
	
	
		
		
		Got more lines than the welfare office 
Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this? 
Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it 
Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it 
Crude as oil unrefined but slick 
I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict 
Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch 
That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch 
You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to 
You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-b-cue 
Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking 
I squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin' 
Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it 
I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it 
Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you 
Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna to hear you 
Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya 
Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea 
 
-Jimmy Pop 
		
	
		
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