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  • Nahh no, nahh nahh ******* that
    *******s think cause you *******' made Chum
    and got all personal
    That *******s won't go back to that old *******' 2010 *******t
    About talkin' 'bout *******' everything all
    No ******* that ******* I got you
    ******* that
    Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous
    Actually flick cigarette ash at ******* *******s
    Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick
    and then dash
    To Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
    Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
    Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting
    and Spraying that hotter wind
    in the shade of his maimed innocence
    Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences
    Advanced apathy, sma*******ng the man cameras up
    Tan khakis and antagonists Dan-dappered up
    Vagabond, had it since a Padawan
    Rapping hot as ******* in cattle brands
    wearing flannel thongs
    Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
    Get a nice spanking, new Sears catalog
    Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop,
    dead and wrong
    Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs
    Four deep in a Rover cannon
    Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon,
    *******s know that it's the
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G

    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G

    50 K for the last check
    But the Dollar Menu still be on deck,
    ******* it's the muther*******'

    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G

    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G

    Yeah, the Misadventures of a *******t talker
    Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
    Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
    Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
    Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
    Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher

    Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
    Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture
    Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
    From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
    Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
    On the hunt for clues, more food,
    and some floozy women
    Bruising gimmicks with the broom
    he usually use for Quidditch
    Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed
    and booty scented
    Too pretentious,
    do pretend like he could lose to spitting
    Steaming tubes of poop
    and twisted doobies full of euphemisms

    Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick
    Thought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth
    Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint
    Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka *******t
    Posing ******* try to disrespect
    Get a ******* thunder to his neck,
    shout out to Nak, cause it's the
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G

    Looking bummy, posted on the block
    looking like I ain't make
    A quarter million off of socks, *******, cause it's the
    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G

    G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
  • [00:00.00]
    [00:00.43]Nahh no, nahh nahh ******* that
    [00:01.80]*******s think cause you *******' made Chum
    [00:04.74]and got all personal
    [00:05.63]That *******s won't go back to that old *******' 2010 *******t
    [00:08.25]About talkin' 'bout *******' everything all
    [00:11.13]No ******* that ******* I got you
    [00:13.07]******* that
    [00:13.94]Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous
    [00:17.72]Actually flick cigarette ash at ******* *******s
    [00:19.62]Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick
    [00:23.62]and then dash
    [00:24.43]To Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
    [00:26.30]Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
    [00:29.73]Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting
    [00:32.35]and Spraying that hotter wind
    [00:33.42]in the shade of his maimed innocence
    [00:35.74]Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences
    [00:38.54]Advanced apathy, sma*******ng the man cameras up
    [00:41.53]Tan khakis and antagonists Dan-dappered up
    [00:44.65]Vagabond, had it since a Padawan
    [00:48.03]Rapping hot as ******* in cattle brands
    [00:49.82]wearing flannel thongs
    [00:50.71]Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
    [00:54.02]Get a nice spanking, new Sears catalog
    [00:56.47]Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop,
    [00:59.02]dead and wrong
    [00:59.88]Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs
    [01:02.63]Four deep in a Rover cannon
    [01:04.37]Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon,
    [01:06.56]*******s know that it's the
    [01:09.37]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    [01:10.11]
    [01:11.61]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    [01:12.18]
    [01:14.48]50 K for the last check
    [01:17.53]But the Dollar Menu still be on deck,
    [01:19.91]******* it's the muther*******'
    [01:20.42]
    [01:21.04]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    [01:21.47]
    [01:23.72]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    [01:23.96]
    [01:26.66]Yeah, the Misadventures of a *******t talker
    [01:30.10]Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
    [01:33.23]Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
    [01:36.22]Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
    [01:38.89]Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
    [01:42.27]Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
    [01:44.64]
    [01:45.36]Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
    [01:48.04]Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture
    [01:51.03]Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
    [01:54.23]From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
    [01:56.98]Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
    [02:00.30]On the hunt for clues, more food,
    [02:02.11]and some floozy women
    [02:03.04]Bruising gimmicks with the broom
    [02:04.99]he usually use for Quidditch
    [02:06.18]Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed
    [02:08.05]and booty scented
    [02:08.74]Too pretentious,
    [02:09.80]do pretend like he could lose to spitting
    [02:11.79]Steaming tubes of poop
    [02:12.93]and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
    [02:14.67]
    [02:15.93]Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick
    [02:18.24]Thought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth
    [02:21.11]Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint
    [02:23.69]Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka *******t
    [02:27.20]Posing ******* try to disrespect
    [02:29.38]Get a ******* thunder to his neck,
    [02:31.75]shout out to Nak, cause it's the
    [02:33.87]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    [02:35.86]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    [02:36.22]
    [02:38.60]Looking bummy, posted on the block
    [02:41.27]looking like I ain't make
    [02:42.15]A quarter million off of socks, *******, cause it's the
    [02:45.08]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
    [02:45.51]
    [02:47.51]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G