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So whatcha whatcha whatcha want? (8x) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want?. No lines we just walk up to the front. Dirty girls are my flavour of the month. Evel Knievel cause ya know I gotta stunt
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of baseball cards. And a couple of Evil Knievel scars. On my right arm. I was a kid when Elvis died. And my momma cried It was nineteen seventy somethin'. And the world that I grew up in. Farrah
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for the block, nuts hang and swing. You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me. (Stunt like me). Big Tymer representing, nigga, the U. P. T. I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
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full of baseball cards. And a couple of Evel Knievel scars on my right arm. . Well I was a kid when Elvis died. And my mama cried. . . It was 1970 something. In the world that I grew up in
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Tell a bitch I can't jump this, Evel Knievel. I'm 'bout to run you down the church and the steeple. Been baptized in Hollywood in the Cathedral. The power of Christ compels me, I'm a demon. Keep
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Tell a bitch I can't jump this, Evel Knievel. I'm 'bout to run you down the church and the steeple. Been baptized in Hollywood in the Cathedral. The power of Christ compels me, I'm a demon. Keep
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home All born equal unless you're Canadian. Then halfway through decay like Uranium. You define what's death-defying. Get the most out of life or at the least die trying Are you Evil Knievel jumping a
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. Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker. Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out. Never lay my Jesus piece face down. It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this Vacheron
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. Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker. Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out. Never lay my Jesus piece face down. It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this Vacheron
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', 'cause he is so slick. Step's from darkness, his body electric A drone buzzes the air, a cracklin' tone. Then boomin' like thunder in a cosmic jungle. Death defyin', like Knievel, he weeble. Words that
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beater). I like to stunt like I'm Evel Knievel (ooh). But, it don't mean nothin' without all my people (oh). When I step up on stage, hands up to the sky (hands up to the sky). Every little thing I do
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the people. So if you hatin' on me ***, you evil. And just don't understand 'cause I'm flyer than Knievel. Been through a lot of *** but I keep it on the D-Lo. Never bustin' in 'em streets but I keep it
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plot, boom get chopped Bitch, feelin' evil like Knievel lookin' for a wrench. Gotta a couple screws loose like the Grinch. Problem child ain't got no problem with disposin'. Lose me temper, lose me
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bigger balls than even Evel Knievel. And he ain't gonna stop 'til the world is free of evil . ----------. I'll break all your pots and I best not hear your bitchin'. I've got the Triforce of courage, BITCH
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walls. From the ceiling to the floor,. Off the door. And down the hall. I'm evil like Knievel. Kicking white trash. Psycho cerebral, palsy, ballsy. Bad ass. Dressed in black,. From the wrong side
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desperately. Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway. I'm holding on Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not even Knievel know. At age 3 I knew this world was three below. Listen, even know my ego low achieved the
