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  1. Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell

    One thousand nine hundred and seventy-two
    That's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew
    Not really realizing the prize that's been begot to her
    The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher
    Genius with a penis the few the proud the me
    I liked me so much I had to buy the company
    Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck
    I'm hard to come by like a straight guy working at Starbucks
    Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized
    Idolized or despised bet I'm gettin' recognized
    Mount Rushmore it? No ignore it can't rock with no big head
    Half of the people want me half of the people want me dead
    I am the Angel of Def with my rhymes against humanity
    Teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity
    The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
    It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope

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