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You complain about tree smell.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the facade.
I'm rappin' to the chain,
And I'm gonna move your plane.
Gangsta, big, lil, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rat.
I can't take the tree smell, can't take the dog.
I woulda tried to pray I guess I got no log.
I'm rappin' to the plane,
And I'm gonna move your chain.
Yea, yaz, in a Minnessota state of mind.
When I was young my mother had a bat.
I waz kicked out without no hat.
I never thought I'd see that mat.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's rat.
A red government is quite the self-government.
Thinking of God. Yaz, thinking of God (God).