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State-of-the-streets address: cloned phones, stone-cold stoners, and the Joker in Gotham.
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Lyrics
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The cops cloned my phone,
saw I named stoners "Buddha clones."
Pot dealers, you are not some killers —
hot wigga, you are not a bleeder.
I'm stone cold — your move.
All the heat there on ya, so smooth.
Pop your peoples for the opps to hear it,
drive up speechless, blues clues, chop your weak friends at the morgue, hater.
Rock 'n' roll, hop a hip off.
Knock knock — who's there?
The Joker, senseless in Gotham City,
Batwoman swinging this dick.
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