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Playin' music to the rhythm of the ticking of a metronome
'Cause my parents couldn't clap 'cause they were never home
I'd throw parties, play Niki 'til my speakers blow
Music so loud, you'd have to strain to hear these ladies moan
I'd be layin' all night, pussy supa fresh
Hit up Xanga err day to post my conquests
There's so much porn on my computer, there's no room for me
I got no one around; I save my browsing history
Look at me
'Cause my parents won't
They're out on business
Look at me
'Cause my dog won't
He's out on business
My feet smell bad
I don't want to be alone
Where is my dad?
Helping poor kids in Sierra Leone
I drop my booty to the floor to the beat when I'm having sex
On the popcorn covered concrete in the Megaplex
Her moanin' drownin out remakes of Casablanca
Her pussy so sweet, I coulda sworn it's Willy Wonka
A black and white film 'cause color's outdated
We're on a tight budget so the art is prorated
Until I get some depth, and I feel I got my money's worth
Ima lay this girl 'til she can't live without my MAN GIRTH.
No date to prom
I don't want to be alone
Where is my mom?
Helping poor kids in Sierra Leone
There's no art in this town
What can I blow my nose on?
Religion and politics have staches drawn on 'em
I look down on 'em
I spit verses on 'em
A bunch of artists who all wanna be like Justin Vernon
With a Grammy in one hand, their wieners in the other
A race for platinum records just to bring home to Mother
Get a magnet to stick it to the refrigerator
And prove to her that someone still loves her even though Daddy hates her
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I am God. Chicago, Illinois
I am God. is post-hip. While the “cool” youth of America believe that selling out destroys art, I am God. goes past that to say that selling out is the new art, and that’s our goal. We will make millions of dollars.
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