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Verse 1
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They've got the best
equipment that money can buy
Hell, every team they're sending over here
has their own personal masseuse
Not masseur, masseuse
But, it doesn't matter!
Verse 2
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Do you know that every Mohawk competitor
has electrocardiogram
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Blood and urine tests, every 48 hours,
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to see if there's any change in his physical condition?
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Do you know that they use the most sophisticated
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training methods from the Soviet Union
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East and West Germany, and the newest Olympic power,
Trinidad & Tobago?
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Verse 3
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But it doesn't matter!
It just doesn't matter!
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It just doesn't matter! I tell you, it
just doesn't matter!
It just doesn't matter!
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It just doesn't matter!
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It just doesn't matter! It
just doesn't matter!
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It just doesn't matter! It
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just doesn't matter!
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Even if we win, if we
Verse 4
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win,
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ha! Even if we win!
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Even if we play so far over our heads that
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our noses bleed for a week to ten days
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Even if God in Heaven above comes down and
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points his hand at our side of the field
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Even if every man, woman,
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and child held hands together and prayed for us to win
It just wouldn't matter!
Verse 5
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Yeah, yeah
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Um, um (um)
Verse 6
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Jumping out the Camino, just left the gas station,
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smell like Hot Cheetos (Hot Cheetos)
Recording soft- core on her Tivo, ma,
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the meatloaf
Verse 7
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Re- smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
All she ever do is ask me what
I eat meat for
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Hold up, pause, always over the quota
Verse 8
Boss, wake up in Polo, sleep in Lacoste
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Travel across the world,
but that didn't phase me
Couple people that I know
that happen to play me
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Once they start to realize
that I'm actually crazy
Shit, I'm actually crazy
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Um, and
Verse 9
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Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen,
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Christian Dior, nothing I'm owning
Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans,
get faded and sleep in the oceans
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Keep it in motion
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I'm rolling, yeah, yeah,
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yeah, I'm rolling
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Keep it in motion, I'm rolling, yeah
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And your bitch wearing elbow pads,
Verse 10
sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
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I've been to hell and back trying to get
attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone,
Verse 11
so bring the coke on
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I'm higher than Vol tron,
with a bunch of gold on
Caucasians still love me like
my name was Michael Bolton
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Hold on, do you fuckin' dirty
like the soap gone
Froze on, it's bone chilling,
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colder than the Pope's secrets
Verse 12
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Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where
there was no Jesus
Walking behemoth,
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I increase the Feces
'Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed buggin' out,
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had it all, I'm nothing now
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I just gave it away, fuck a label, Cain an d Abel,
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put a name to a face
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Uhm, yeah
Verse 13
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I bust your speakers with
some bullshit rap
I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack,
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remember that
I ain't shit but a fraud (but everyone I know
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ain't nothing to God)
But everyone I know ain't noth
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ing to God
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