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(Scatting by Scatman John)
I'm the Scatman
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I'm the Scatman
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Everybody stutters one way
(You know what's up Sen)
Shoot your ass down! And by the way, you get

A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (In your head!)
A hole in
(You know what's up Sen)
Shoot your ass down! And by the way, you get

A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (In your head!)
A hole in
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I'm the Scatman
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I'm the Scatman
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Everybody stutters one way
(Scatting by Scatman John)
I´m the Scatman
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I´m the Scatman
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Everybody stutters one way
gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it 
I can tell another bout real grits getters 
Gettin grits y'all (Say what?) Bust it, let a 
Brother tell another
you couldn't find another way to make it one more day, just when things got rolling. i think if you'd search your mind, you'll find that it's all
one by one

Troubles fade into the distance
The Doobie Brothers on the radio
Maura reads the weather for ya
Says, "New York City got another three
blunts and
Congo drumming, counting stacks by the hundreds
Doobie's coming, so don't act stubborn
Girls by the dozen get the toast uncut

Senorita,
on the table
A man on your side
Someone that you think
That you can trust is just
Another way to die

Another tricky little gun
Giving solace to the one
on the table
A man on your side
Someone that you think
That you can trust is just
Another way to die

Another tricky little gun
Giving solace to the one
of bed Half Baked, roll another doobie
So many snacks up in my house they call the crib Scooby
Blowing oowee man I swear this As Good As It Gets
and it's been tested by research
He who fucks nuns will later join the church

Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another
acting like nothing happened
We went about our way, brothers domino slapping
Pulled up on the side to see what girls were wearing
T popped the top and had
shoop ba-doop ba-doop, ba-doop

(Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He's the cutest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Ooh!)

S and the P
Yeah, that's some good weed
You could tell by the look on my face
Ain't no way to hide that I smoke
And it smells as good as it taste
It's like Kush
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes

Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is where
damn, oh, that's you
But by The Black Album I was blacking out
Party at S.O.B's and we had packed the crowd
Big brother got his show up in Madison
A idol in my eyes, God of the game
Heart of the city, Roc-A-Fella chain
Never be the same, never be another number one
Young Hov' or so my big brother
release you? 

[Shane] 
Oh oh, please do 

[Kane] 
So Lil' Daddy, my ace, my brother 
Get on the mic and let's rock with one another 

[Shane]
more drugs
Not to mention if you test them they be four guns

I need funds with some versatile out of order
Now I'm posted up by the Eddie Bauer
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes

Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is where
students used to nickname us The Goonies
Every night we blacked out, shit they should’ve called us roofies
Get out of bed Half Baked, roll another doobie
side
Someone that you think
That you can trust is just
Another way to die

Another tricky little gun
Giving solace to the one
That will never see
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from