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I'm wiping my ass with a Hustler magazine
Alright you little birdies out there
It's time for all of you to line up
I want you to get on your knees
And kiss my butt
Hey all you kids, stay outta my yard
I'll shoot your ass
Oh, that makes me hard
Alright you stupid motherfuckers out there
Wash the ... outta your ears
Put your goddamn hands on your speakers
And listen to the shit that I'm about to lay down
I said 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Alright, this is your last chance to be cool
Repeat these magic words
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Get down!