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I hate it when people push my buttons like a Neo-Geo
I get all heated up and sweat un rio of B.O.
Now I gots the dragon, funk, the chives, whateva you want to call it
I go to a kind of Anonymous group, but I ain't an alcoholic
I like to frolic in the hills, until my body spills liquid that's nice and sweaty
Running around town, until I smell like the spices in spaghetti
My Right Guard turned left, and my Secret told on me
I made my Old Spice die, and my Fresh Scent all moldy
No deodorant can match my special PH balance
My pit hairs are unbelievable like the aurora borealis
Peeps be dismayed at how my pit-hair braids just decayed
My musk grenade setting off alarms like an air raid
I don't buy the fragrances even when I got the cash
With B.O. on my ass I look like a vagrant with a rash
If my body's got one thing, its got the nastay odor
It's been annoying people for a long time like MTV news with Kurt
Loder
I got sent to prison for killin somone with my smell
With scent so bootay plants wilted right off the sill!
So when ya step to me, your freshness ain't gonna win
You couldn't survive my wrath even if you brought a clothespin
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