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Yeah little tricky bugger

Yeah yeah yeah

Veneration for derelicts accelerating through the doldrums

Gave you my whole self like, «My nigga, that’s just my old one»

Fenestration of the giant yelling «ho hum ho hum»

Fenestration of the giant yelling «ho hum ho hum»

Two two yeah two two yeah, yeah, ayy

I be in a pickled petticoat dropping books like Chuck Monsey

16 bar Rickrolling, beard of Mick Foley

Spit it, slick, coding in a Tennessee Ernie Ford tuxedo

Meat in the peep hole, overcaster of wonder

Open palms, spinning atop rotunda, uh

Private temple hours, private temple hours (uh huh uh)

My private temple hours yeah, in my private temple hours

It’s my private temple hours, private temple hours

It’s them private temple hours, private temple hours

It’s uh private temple hours, private temple hours

Private temple hours

It’s my private temple hours, private temple hours

Private temple hours, private temple hours

Check out how I get live with mental powers

Yeah, check it!

Youngman in the building like an elevator

And whatever I don’t rap well now, I’ll tell ya later

Youngman in a wigwam like a straw roof

And when I lay down the law, it’s the raw truth

Youngman in the house like a foyer

And when I punch Nazi goys they say, «Oy vey!» Enjoy hey

That the first time you got a face full of smarts

Both you and your nose are replaceable parts

White supremacy is the light Jew’s frenemy

They’ll hire you more often and still kill you eventually

Everything I say is incredibly great

While you steadily hate on anything you didn’t make, fakes

I’m top five dead or alive

While wifi’s your wife and you’ve lost all your drive

I’m top five dead, alive, or zombie while you stare

With dead eyes at a smartphone, you heart mo' than yo' mommy

I’m top five dead, alive or immortal while you’re all worried about «Oh no is my storage full?»

Don’t make eye contact now, it might stunt your growth

You’ve got a flat face and small mind, and I hunt for both

Youngman in the building like a steel girder

And when I kill with words it’s real murder (Woo!)

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