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ONE THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO THAT'S THE YEAR I GOT HERE WHEN MY DEAR MOTHER'S WATER BLEW NOT REALLY REALIZIN THE PRIZE THAT'S BEEN BEGOT TO HER THE BONA FIDE LO-FI HIGH-OCTANE PHILOSOPHER

GENIUS WITH A PENIS THE FEW THE PROUD THE ME I LIKED ME SO MUCH I HAD TO BUY THE COMPANY SOUL FOR SALE SOLD TO SATAN FOR A HELL OF A LOT OF LUCK

I'M HARD TO COME BY LIKE A STRAIGHT GUY WORKIN AT STARBUCKS I AM THE ANGEL OF DEF WITH MY RHYMES AGAINST HUMANITY TEETER TOTTERING BETWEEN BRILLIANCE AND INSANIT

ONE PART THE FÃœHRER ONE PART THE POPE IT'S THE INEVITABLE RETURN BABY OF THE GREAT WHITE DOPE, CONCLUSIONS YOU DREW PROPORTIONS YOU BLEW LOST SON OF IGGY FALSE BIGGER NOSE THAN ZIGGY TRUE

YES MY NAME IS JIMMY POP NO MY POP'S NAME IS DICK DON'T ADMIT TO KICK IT SLICK YOU THICK DERELICT CRITIC

WRITTEN ON WRITTEN OFF SCOFF CALLIN ME A JOKE I DON'T THINK THAT I'M A SELLOUT BUT I DO ENJOY COKE, ONE PART THE FÃœHRER ONE PART THE POPE IT'S THE INEVITABLE RETURN BABY OF THE GREAT WHITE DOPE