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Hooker's got paid

I can repeat the beat without knowing what I’m saying
Just clap your hands and stand dead beat's just a playing
Don’t shrink or think just feel me and keep on paying
From the cantos to bantos from the pantos to rantos
The desperate Esperanto’s all about the fat wrap
They mime they rhyme fifteen minutes of their time
It’s money in the bank skanks let’s make a phat rap
From the cultis to multis from the Maltese to the falsies
Words should cultivate and motivate berating literally
I’m not getting paid haters hate but that's my itinerary
Pull out your urban dictionary but listen to what I said
I mean what I say in a relative way this is to be read
Debating the tone you illiterate thugs
Meaning is out there not under a rug
Your deadly lyrics so you got paid
Bullet to the head is all you repay
From the Maltese to multis
From the cantos to bantos You got paid

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