Salma Hayek

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 I'm Joe Piscopo, I'm an original
 But the kids don't know
 I was spitting flows before flip phones
 Back when it wasn't cool to rap about sniffing coke
 And you right
 It might be a shit show
 But you ain't fuckin with this, bro
 Your WiFi got no signal
 Fifi sucking on my biggest toe
 And now I'm all up on her money in the middle
 And I ain't even have to disrobe
 I keep my boxers on and use the dick hole
 Roll the window down and feel the wind blow
 Mama in the back of the Honda
 Getting hot as a disco
 I'm sicker than a goldfish
 Swimming in a fishbowl full of Crisco
 Yo, it's officially official
 You better get your tickets if we hitting your zip code
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 I'm Salma Hayek
 On the Mississippi River in a stolen kayak
 Live fast like my life's in a time lapse
 I'm so fly I'm attracted to fly traps
 Get your mind out the trash
 Or at least you should line it with a bag
 Tie it up to keep the lye bacteria gagged
 To a minimal stack, it's a fixable flat
 A sideline will get you sidetracked
 Put it up if you feel like a blind rat
 Just trying to climb out of a wine glass
 We under attack
 But not allowed to fight back, right?
 You not about to fight back, right?
 We might strike combat if it's time for that
 After I take my IQ test on this iPad app
 In the IROC on the way to the IHOP
 Wit' your high ass
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 I'm Herbie Hancock, I rock it
 I'm not a prophet
 I'm not not for profit, nah
 I don't stop, I'm the opposite
 I'm on my Spock shit
 Trying to live long and prosperous
 Excuse me for trying to be modest
 But oo-wee, I feel kinda marvelous
 It's obvious that these socks fit
 So I'ma stomp around the block
 Like the goddamn apocalypse
 Preceded by a stampede of fire-breathing rhinoceroses
 The promise of awesomeness
 Not a problem, it's no conflict
 Party on the rock bottom in a lake of toxins
 And if you ain't starving then change the topic
 Ain't nothing left to say about it
 You eating dirt 'cause you like it
 And dirt from the graveyard, you put gravy on it
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 Ha ha ha ha ha ha
 Yeah, go ahead, you write it, man
 Write what, go ahead, write
 Why you so defensive
 Ha ha ha ha ha ha
 Ah, write whatever you wanna write, man
 (Write, man) (Write, man)