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My Office Revisited
My office Yo I went into my office, lookin’ for a bone, I’m in the zone, Cause I found the chicken that I left next to the phone, Yo the other day I found a roach that got high off fumes, The straight perfumes of fruit of the looms, That I forgot to put in the laundry, The other day, a bill collector called he, Needed to collect on the gas that be passin, From the mold that be lastin’ On my desk from starbuck’s latte’s that never made it to rest, Yo I must confess, My wife almost divorced me, When she saw the fungus on my socks I use to hold my mornin’ coffee, The other day I broke my chair but yo the stacks of papers caught me, Sometimes the sisters judge me, Cause I be funky, But they be chunky, Like in the country, Where when they hug me, I gasp for breath and stagger round like someone mugged me, Or straight up drugged me, Yo my boys be tryin’ to punk me, When they say my rug be dusty, But that don’t phase a brotha, cause them brotha’s knees be ashy, Like a car that’s gotten rusty. But yo, I got to end this, So peace out and don’t dismiss this, Or try and say my crib’s a health risk, Cause yo there are lists, of brothas who have smelled the breath behind those luscious lips, So mind yo business and let me be, And stay off my office too,
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