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PISS ON THOSE MUTHAFUCKAS CAUSE I KNOW YOU'RE GETTING BORED
YOU OUGHTTA MEET THE MAN WHO'LL MAKE YOU SAY "MY LORD"

IT'S IRONIC SOMETHING CHRONIC
YOU COULD EVEN SAY BYRONIC
(AN ADJECTIVE THAT STILL MUST LIVE AS SURELY AS "MILTONIC")
THAT THE SUPERSONIC COMET THAT WAS MY WORLDWIDE FAME
(SECOND ONLY TO NAPOLEON AS A ROMANTIC NAME)
SHOULD EVER FADE AWAY OR SHOULD EVER SEEM A FAD
CAUSE I'M STILL MAD
AND BAD
AND DANGEROUS TO KNOW
I STILL GLOWER LIKE THE GIAOUR
AND LAUGH WITH BEPPO, YO
I HAD WINCEST WITH MY SISTER
AND YOU KNOW I MORE THAN KISSED HER
WROTE SOME CANTOS FOR DON JUAN
EVERY NIGHT I WROTE A NEW ONE
WHEN I CAME HOME DRUNK
WITH A LADY OR A PUNK
CAUSE MY VERSE WAS DOPE BUT MY LIFE WAS CRUNK

YEAH THEN I LIBERATED GREECE FROM THE OTTOMAN:
KISS MY ASS, MUTHAFUCKAS, TELL ME: WHAT HAVE *YOU* DONE?