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von Cal Scruby

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Cal Scruby in this motherfucker, yeah, present
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Cal Scrubby in this motherfucker right here


A master of none but a jack of all trades
Lately, I′ve been slacking off, fapping all day
Scatterbrained, always getting mad at small things
Prolly cuz somebody threw my Adderall away
It's best if we don′t go dig in the trash
Please stay out the yard, snakes live in the grass
30 milligrams that I hid in thе stash
Had to split the shit in half just to finish the task
From the mеtro to a digital dash
I reminisce on the past when I was sitting in class
And I was hoping they would sign me like the kid with a cast
It's too late now, don't even ask me that
I use ten percent of my brain, half my libido
Any more than that is prolly bad for the ego
Thinking ′bout your dad′s big ass in a Speedo
Looking like an old tan, fat Tim Tebow
Now I'm bricked up like Shaq at the free throw line
It′s hard being me sometimes
An eye for an eye, if you see both sides
You can watch the blind lead the blind

I solemnly swear to tell the truth
The whole truth, and nothing but the truth
There's no reason to lie
I got nothing to hide, got nothing to lose
I′m still here, y'all can′t get rid of me
(I'm still here, y'all can′t get rid of me)
I′m still here, y'all can′t get rid of me
(Sheeeeeit)

Please state your name for the record
Cal Scruby in this motherfucker, yeah, present
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Cal Scrubby in this motherfucker right here


Saturday, I sat around thinking "Who's next?"
And wondered why the Feds hadn′t made a move yet
The guy on the Channel 9 news said
"They found five suits dead in a toolshed"
So there's gotta be a screw loose in the dude′s head
He a crack-pusher, everything he use bootleg
No U87, no Blue Tube-Tech
He just walk up in the studio and paint the room red
Like he Bob Ross carrying a sawed-off shotgun
Holding that baby like it's a Dachsund (blaow)
Talking like he not top ten, bitch, how?
He locked in, someone call the locksmith now
Cracked the code, I can't believe that worked
The password just "password" backwards
On his laptop, found a half-verse
It′s a manifesto, they my last words

I solemnly swear to tell the truth
The whole truth, and nothing but the truth
There′s no reason to lie
I got nothing to hide, got nothing to lose
I'm still here, y′all can't get rid of me
(I′m still here, y'all can′t get rid of me)
I'm still here, y'all can′t get rid of me
(Sheeeeeit)

Please state your name for the record
Cal Scruby in this motherfucker, yeah, present
Please state your name for the record
Cal Scrubby in this motherfucker right here