Lyrics:
On the headfo Rock the info The micro-type king Calling Mr. Pupkin To join us at the love-in Because Pupkin comes alive When prevenge is the plan See
it No religion just a vision and to that I am devoted It's that Rupert Pupkin bitch not like you heard about it And you can take it to the bank-yo I'm
nah won't speak When I fucking die it'll be all on me I'mma go to New York hand out copies I'm Rupert Pupkin in the damn lobby Flick and a spark and my
drunk he said to me So why not make it happen Even Pupkin had his way He could have been a contender Once drunk he said to me Well there’s one shot in
Pupkin the king they’ll try to oust me Man on fire gasoline that I’ve been doused in Everyday I’m waking up and still they doubt me Like the wrong guy
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