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 They've got the best equipment that money can buy. 
Hell, every team they're sending out here has their own personal masseuse, not masseur, masseuse! 
But, it doesn't matter, did you know that every mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests, every 48 hours to see if there's any change in his physical condition? 
Did you know they use the most sophisticated training methods from the soviet union in east and west germany and the newest olympic power, trinidad & tobago. but it doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, I tell you it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter! even if we win, if we win, ha! even if we win, even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to 10 days, even if god from heaven above points his hand at our side of the field, and even if every man, woman and child prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter! 
I'm jumping out the camino 
Stepped out the gas station smelling like hot cheeto's 
Recording soft-core on her tivo, modern meatloaf 
Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the peace corp 
All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for 
Hold up! pause! 
Always up with the quota, boss 
Wake up in polo, sleep in lacoste 
Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me 
Couple people that I know, they happen to play me 
Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy 
Shit I'm actually crazy! um... and... 
Choo's phone gettin blown up by lyor cohen 
Christian dior, nothing I'm on it 
Go to hawaii fuck with samoans 
Get faded and sleep in the oceans 
Keep it in motion 
I'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rolling 
Keep it in motion 
I'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rolling 
And your bitch wearing elbow pads 
Sell her pussy over melrose ave 
I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half 
Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on 'em 
Higher than voltron, with a bunch of gold on 
Caucasians still love me like my name was michael bolton 
Hold on 
Do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone 
Froze on, it's bone chilling - colder than the pope's secrets 
Older than capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no jesus 
Walking behemoth, I increase the ... 
Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed 
Buggin' out, had it all - I'm nothing now 
I just gave it away 
Fucking label can't able put a name to a face 
Um, yea 
I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap 
I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack 
Remember that 
I ain't ahit but a fraud 
But everyone I know ain't nothing to a god. [x2] 
It kills you, it feeds off the earth 
A night like this, one of us could get up in the middle of the night grab an axe and cut somebody's head off. 
 
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