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Wordburglar
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Word the Frig Up
VERSE 1
Word the frig up! Can I kick a new verse to make you jump around like House of Pain playing Q-Bert? I do work, no suit or tie – you're not from New York, you work a New York Fries. Shoo horseflies, I couldn't give two sharts like a food cart in a nude bar boudoir or divorcing Sue Storm cause you're nothin' to me, I'm putting balls in your stomach like some bubbly tea. WB with the heat, stay in short sleeves, bring a lot to the plate like I'm David Ortiz taking morphine since the age of fourteen been saying raps that make you say 'keep saying more please!'. Sure thing! Just stick this in your boombox and get what you want, let grandma buy the tube socks. 'You dudes rock!' Yeah cause me and the beatmason be the ******************** like ************ bleeped sayings.
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VERSE 2
Yeah we're having fun and if you're not then I'm sad to say - make like a leaf and leave like Kaberla. Or pass the cabernet, and you'll be glad to stay - opposite of working retail on a Saturday. Something I've done but don't care to do, like sleeping in a bus stop in Riviere Du Loup, but once you choose this as your stereo's selection it's a win (wynne) win like the Ontario election. Yes my friend he's a special specimen, separate from the sediment reppin' a fresh regimen, lyrical dope yo - the best medicine - making heads spin more than breakers on ephederine 'where the heck ya been?' from the dot to Purcell's Cove let 'em know who makes it hotter than a burgled stove, flipping bars like the Hulk on a pub crawl 'It's Wordburglar!' that's what the Frig's up y'all!
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