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don't get your ass threw Bitch I, call the shots, don't get jobbed, bitch I call the spots Don't get me hot, cause I'll Cactus Jack your fucking block You
Austerity vultures, curriculum'd your culture Even the moneyman dresses in blue jeans and black jumpers Steve Jobs jobbed the job that was meant for
Jobbed out battered and bruised like kai en tai 15 years old breaking hearts but could never tie a tie Led me to a woman named jazz not the quiet type
feel robbed And you know what If it was wrestling I'd feel jobbed But there is no wrеstling ring in life It's just God doing what he wants to tonight
cocked it, I banged it, I hand Jobbed dah hand ting On the field manna take the Right wing Manna dip and splash like Vikings Woodie in my Levi jeans like
mobbed I got jobbed I was lobbed abuse I slogged When I gobbed support Nets fobbed So histrionic rage my sobs About a child who had to nob His minder Bro
Jobbed and copped equipment Soon my beats started an earthquake While other kids fell in love and Got on their first date I would transform my tongue
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