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Our raps are tighter than an emo's pants When we walk we sway, we don't prance We write da best beats and saddest words When Joel's fingers fell off they looked like turds Tesitcles pretending to be cheetahs We rock jerseys and wife beetahs When we rap it's finger- lickin good We look better than you wish you could Our kicks match our shirts and our hats Don't mess with us we always carry gats Tesitcles pretending to be cheetahs We rock jerseys and wife beetahs We ain't from the hood, we from B. Stang All dem other rappers are very lame We'll take over the game Michael Jordan Our rhymes kill you all like Lizzie Borden Aus Songtexte Mania