am spinnin', ma brains out, while susie's mom standing at the sink
still tryin' to get dem stains out / get the rains out i ride like
claus, ice wit no flaws, now hold for my applause / accidents i cause
wit the gleam from the beemer, rozay on buggati but i still get to
cream her / military schemer iraq was my infusion, step up on my turf
and iraq is your conclusion / no dillusion, next of kin, with a flow
like huckberry, giving twain the finn
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