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| You're my dad, the Pimpster, AND Jesse Jackson? | |
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| Make sure my meaning don't get blurred, I transfused blood into a nerd, the same nerd done bit you, I heard. | |
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| I'm responsible for you, my dear, It's 'cuz of me that you are here, I assure you there's nothing to fear, so long as you give up your fine, black rear! | |
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| That's disgusting! You're my father! | |
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| Listen, girl, to my theme song, my blood's in you, don't get me wrong, this meeting's fated, and we ain't related, so move that ass, let's GET IT ON! | |
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