Chinese ma**euse, comes between us
Talks in haikus, plastic venus
Got a headrush, in her pocket
Two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket
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Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside
Roll another, for breakfast
Burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus
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Legs eleven, makes me stay up late
Two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88
I'm a fool, whose tool is small
It's so miniscule, it's no tool at all
[Chorus]