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Ritz

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Yeah, boy, yeah, boy, yeah, girl Let's take it back Attention, K-Mart shoppers, jerk-jicka-jerk Attention, K-Mart shoppers, K-Mart shoppers There's a Blue Light Special, sales aren't stoppin' Still got the radar to walk up in Target, spot a bargain like a Dalmatian Zippin' up the aisle, racin', got The Salvation Army, style blazer I'm out chasin' the gals mental hospital out patient A grown adult who acts like a baby, I'm so ado-lescent Same old Harley-Davidson coat and flannel Eight days in a row, Slim 'til I'm eighty years-old, fat ho Still a cage that you don't rattle Maybe that explains why you won't battle 'Cause you was okay in my book 'til you took a page from it, ho My notepad'll explode next time you're in range of it though Danger, unknown contaminants it contains in it, yo Enough plutonium to blow up this whole stadium, ho, asshole Guess shit don't change and it won't Yeah, so if yesterday felt like the same day as before That'll explain why it's Groundhog's Day again, ho Skidaddle, it's been Shady since you've been afraid of your own shadow Aftermath to the grave and we're takin' over the radio like it's changing its own channel And I wouldn't dial it back if it crank yanked me And whoa, still cranky and so zany, and oh, yeah, don't stop So here we go Girl who does it better, let me know La-di-da, came to party soon as I hit the door Y'all are in deep doo-doo fo' sho' Better get a pooper scooper It's Welfare cheese, saltines and Ritz Crackers Faygo, no Mountain Dew It's just Moon Mist when I'm at the Ritz (Yeah) Talkin' about you savin' the day, bitch, you savin' the decade You nuts? Take a wild guess, who's crazy as heck, wait Fuck you think? You expect Ma$e, Cool J in a suit playin' the flute Michael Bublé doin' reggae, so much my new jewels weigh I get headaches, they're breathtaking Two huge chains, they're like pet snakes dripping candyblue paint With a meth face, swervin' through lanes on a segway Bumpin' 2 Chainz in a neck brace (2 Chainz) Too dangerous of a threat, bomb brain of Saddam Hussein's head in a suitcase When it detonates I–, hold up, hey, you get the kids from school? 'Kay, cool, thanks Impregnate a dead lady, eat bath salts Two faces and get nak–, get wasted, got a toothpaste with a cigarette taste that's lead-based (Ew) Smells like blue paste then I'm on a peg leg in a toupee Sellin' bootlegs on casette tapes So here we go Girl who does it better, let me know La-di-da, came to party soon as I hit the door Y'all are in deep doo-doo fo' sho' Better get a pooper scooper It's Welfare cheese, saltines and Ritz Crackers Faygo, no Mountain Dew It's just Moon Mist when I'm at the Ritz (Yeah) And I'm Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper I'm tryna break a hundred for one Big Buford It's Welfare cheese, saltines and Ritz Crackers Faygo, no Mountain Dew It's just Moon Mist when I'm at the Ritz (Yeah) It's on my radar Attention, K-Mart shoppers, jerk-jicka-jerk Attention, K-Mart shoppers, K-Mart shoppers That's your trademark if life imitates art K-Mart to the graveyard, safeguard it like Braveheart Ain't changin' a thing, dawg, my thoughts are gonna stay dark So cold to this day, start defrostin' to my ideas Even after I got 'em to cook 'em they still stay raw Because all them thoughts I thought of crawls back up as soon as I thought 'em Must mean I'm so hot, I'm cold, so cold, I'm hot, I'm like autumn 'Cause I'm back to trippin' on all them motherfuckers It just sucks I had to fall on my ass to hit my bottom And the whole debacle was a God awful experience But it also gave me an awesome source I could draw from And don't bother callin' the law enforcement to stop him There's a new sheriff in town, it's a marshall it's Gotham Comin' through in a bra on a horse with Robin in boxing shorts I'm too boxy with a box of Newports and <i>[?]</i> And your problems compiled as Marshall gone wild And drive a car through the side of Arkham Asylum And park in the dining room Ain't no thoughts darker than mine are Batshit cray, sometimes I just gotta remind him Lady, nice bottom, it's top of the line and I'm Lookin' forward to gettin' behind it So here we go Girl who does it better, let me know La-di-da, came to party soon as I hit the door Y'all are in deep doo-doo fo' sho' Better get a pooper scooper It's Welfare cheese, saltines and Ritz Crackers Faygo, no Mountain Dew It's just Moon Mist when I'm at the Ritz (Yeah) (Still a K-Mart shopper, you bitch) Yeah (Still a K-Mart shopper, you bitch) Bitch, I'm feelin' nostalgic (Still a Wal-Mart shopper, you bitch) Suck my ballsack (Still a Target shopper, you bitch) Stiffler's back (Shit) Chicka—Stiffler's back Chick—chick—er-chicka—Stiffler's back Chicka-Stiffler's back Chick Party pooper Haha

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