[00:03.79] Sleeping in a jar!
[00:08.83] Sleeping in a jar!
[00:14.99] The jar is under the bed
[00:18.75] Sleeping in a jar!
[00:22.91] 
[00:24.92] The jar is under the bed
[00:28.66] 
[00:38.61] Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
[00:41.53] Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor
[00:44.30] China was a neat signer, trouble with the script
[00:46.88] Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget
[00:49.55] Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
[00:52.34] Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go
[00:55.31] Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren
[00:58.25] Then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven
[01:01.80] Knocking, no answer, slow dancer
[01:03.48] Hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
[01:06.17] Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
[01:08.79] Guess so, still incredible in escrow
[01:11.65] Just say Ho! I'll test the yayo
[01:14.28] Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low
[01:17.02] Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
[01:19.65] Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco
[01:22.36] The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors
[01:25.32] Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
[01:29.75] In all quad flavors, Lord save us
[01:33.35] Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne
[01:35.24] Think you know the name, don't rack your brain
[01:37.49] On a fast track to half insane
[01:39.65] Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane"
[01:42.90] Laughter, pain
[01:44.12] Hackthoo'ing songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
[01:47.25] Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
[01:49.89] He's at it again, mad at the pen
[01:52.16] Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men
[01:55.43] Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
[01:58.03] You can find the villain in satin, congas
[02:00.58] The van screeches
[02:02.15] The old man preaches about the gold sand beaches
[02:04.66] The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesse's
[02:10.68] Jesus
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