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Trippin and stumblin, prolly grumblin about somethin. I'm so hip hop, I'm in my flip-flops - eatin Sugar Pops® with milk on top; and a once for abandofapples, MudD Gang, Mr. Henry Potts - Woy Oy!!!!
Yeah, sure I'm crazy; I'm so deranged I think that I'm Slim Shady. I'm dazed and phasing in-and-out of reality: takin extra coffee breaks to play a bit of chess in front of the café. It's a criminal gambit in a zoot suit, subliminal, you're buyin fake Gucci Shoes. Whoops! You buy the dummy, I shoot you lose. Bye bye, honeybuns, I'm moving into super-mega-ultra-go!
Superflunk it, super-mega-double-triple dup and punk it, dunk it!!!! I'm the drunk ol' skunkh**d clunkin round all chunky on my drumkit: like pow pow pow!!! Donkey Kong gone wonky. Wink. Yeah Honky Tonky-ish. A Nintendo. Practiced like a wicked lil round of she'll be coming round the mountain, when she comes he'll be coming around the mountain too... Bliaow!!?! I'll take him out. It's a honeypot trap: foul! Fail, fail fail, fatal!!!!
The hip, the hop, the hip and the hip hop, said I dig a little bitta that twisted riddim yo! The tip, the top, the tip of the tip top, said I'm never gonna miss it with the trippy-dee [x3 opt.] flip (-shot)!!!!!?! [x2]