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That means I solve problems, not problems like "What is beauty?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy.
I solve practical problems,
for instance: how am I going to stop some mean mother Hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous be-hind?
The answer, use a gun, and if that don't work... Use more gun.
Take for instance this heavy caliber tripod mounted lil' old number designed by me, built by me, and you best hope...
Not pointed at you.
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My life got flipped turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
and i gave her my penis! A little bit of penis!