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Albums:

Daft Punk Is Dead (Data Punk) · Daft Punk Is Playing at My House (LCD Soundsystem) · Daft Punk Is Playing at My House (LCD Soundsystem) · Discovered: As Sampled by Daft Punk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Daft [Japan Bonus Track] (The Art of Noise) · Dic. Nii. Lan. Daft. Erd. Ark [Deluxe Edition] (D:A:D) · Daft Wild Sparkling Strawberry Soda (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Daft [Bonus Tracks] (The Art of Noise) · Daft (The Art of Noise) · Dic.Nii.Lan.Daft.Erd.Ark (D:A:D) – and 90 other albums »


Miss rappin Jon Benet
Big hunk blowin spunk in the back of the top bunk
Slam dunk Daft Punk's voice box in the water kerplunk
Get krunk forget Clyde
Miss rappin Jon Benet
Big hunk blowin spunk in the back of the top bunk
Slam dunk Daft Punk's voice box in the water kerplunk
Get krunk forget Clyde
punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches

(God, damn! You can't just hit them niggas with that game
what chu niggas say " I bring the funk where you stay"
You can't handle this scandalous nigga raised by the streets
live and die by the heat and all i
fell in love with your bitch, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?

The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up
Try to make a couple
Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes
Fake punk-ass bitches
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up like this, man...
$hort
got one click, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes

Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed
suckers disrespect the game
All these video hoes out there spittin your name
You love it when they make that, ass clap
But she don't give me no cash, I'll
punk? You living foul 
Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is 
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is-- 

[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper
when you have a fat salary
So what that means, you gots to loc' up self love against the world
Middle finger up
Everyday I fight the devil, always in
the police

Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me
ticket
You'd have to leave all the bevy
Outside the grounds by the polis dump bins
No fuckin way!
Ten minutes into the fuckin game
We'd be climbing up
as ca-ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on air pop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

The mystery of scottish sport
Is why we hate the english so.
I love the english very much
As long as they don't
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me

[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me

[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
for Russell's balls
The demon must be fed
Last call for Russell's balls
They're hanging by a thread

Russell says it's true love more like sick
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game

[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Why'all punk ass niggaz
Check it out yo

[Chorus:]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
Huh?
Yeah
Memphis Bleek
Y'all punk ass niggas
Check it out yo

[Chorus]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love nigga
We
as ca-ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on air pop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I
lagging
She love to watch me in the mirror when I'm doing my stabbing
And she ain't into punks, giving em bruises and bumps
And she know I blow big, so
as ca-ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on air pop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But
as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)

That's right, you