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

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

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

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

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

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

Alright, this next round our contestant is gonna
have to slam a whole bottle of expensive
firewater, chase it with a forty of malt liquor
smoke 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 wins

Wins what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell them what they'll win!

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

Slug
Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin' kamekazi
Shoulda called mommy when you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of you're life's a flashback when I jump
out that hatchback Here's your tape, give me my
cash back I'm on tracks, and that's that, in fact
that's all you need Either take some kind of lead,
or fall to your knees and bleed How's your scene?
And how's that rental running? And how's the weed
selling? And how's the demo coming? Me and my
participants, be the reason why you and you crew
bit your lips Stick this in your mouth to cleanse
it The fuckin' prop is too expensive Make's me
want to end it (Repent kid) My advice is from here
on out you purchase yellow boxers That 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
endowment That content, that conscience, run down to that ?