It's the one who fathered your style, made your mother crawl
Spread eagle, cavity searched up against the wall.
Stressin' y'all with will he, won't he, my, my, my little pony...
Why don't you get giddy love, or maybe give it up homey
Is he on the scene, on a boat, on the green, swing & stroke.
Watch me put a hole in one, little birdie singing notes...
You ain't up to par....par...blame me for all of the laziness.
If I try to write a rhyme best believe you haven't seen the crazy shit.
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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