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Went the papermate to the spray paint and all the way back to the

Run the fate, excuse me
Went from the papermate to the spray and brought it all the way back
To the
for buying the tape

Excuse me my - excuse me, my
Is that pen?
Is it cool if I use it to duel my skeletons?
Is it proper for me to use it to prosecute people?
Is it for me to caress it against my ego?
Eh yo, can I use a point just to make my small point?
Are these mechanical joints anything hollow points?
Old fashioned number two and I need that quick and steady
But that's assuming I ain't chewed off the tip already
If I touched or felt it, believe I'm 'bout to make flip
Computer friendly only 'cause that deadly bitch helps me spell
Scribble, for the you, the me, the she and the
Aerosol to the wall, it tall for all the vision
Yo, he it in jail, she wrote it in braile
I wrote that shit, named it, it
Eh yo, I got one for
And if I truly feel I got something to ya
I out a blank sheet of loose leaf and draw it out in crayola
grown to keep an extra utensil in my sock
And I've been known to mark it on the sidewalk chalk
Most times I write with a pen, sometimes I write with a
And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit in
And if I ever go gold, I must have that shit with blood
And if I ever go gold, I must have that shit with blood
And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit blood
Multiples, level four, courtesy of the

Eh yo, it's all about the penmanship,
all about the penmanship, baby
Eh yo, it's all about the penmanship,
Eh yo, it's all the penmanship, baby