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    Flippin' out
    'Cause I'm flippin' out
    Flippin' out
    Flippin' out
    'Cause I'm flippin' out
    Flippin' out

    [Verse 1:]
    Yeah, good night, good mornin'
    Wake it up, wake it up
    Sleepy bacon egg Mcmuff-
    Mikey told me start off everyday with some angel dust
    Got that fairy, Tinkerbell
    The shit that have me thinkin', well
    I'm sinking into deep depression, nosedive in the wishing well
    Brought a bunch of quarters up
    Sorry that your wish sucks
    I'm in love with hip hop
    But most of my fans just fist pump
    Slutty girls in summer camp, they come to France and did stuff
    And never eat and never leave, I think I see her ribs, yuck
    Let me take you to American Apparel
    Ooh, Abercrombie, nah Aeropostale
    Mothers seem to love me, yeah I'm Eddie Haskelll
    Locked a bunches of princesse-se-ses inside my castle
    Made my own direction, yeah I never care what you say
    I'm just like Skins, I work better in the Uk
    I just got in, they already screamin' you late
    Well, fuck the curfew, let's keep it Dl Hughley

    I don't really know just where my head's at
    I don't really know what it's about
    So I flip out
    And I like to flip out

    [Verse 2:]
    Maybe I'll admit it, everything I do is sicker
    But I never take a day from work, I'm more like Cal E. Ripken
    And I hate to share the stage, I'll never say I'm Kelly Ripa
    Rippin' what? Rippin' beats, shit. Ask me where's Regis
    Hotel was so clean til I brought her under sheets and
    You ain't heard of me, but I win, King's speech, yep
    This is what I do, leave them other kings speechless
    Eatin all the tiger blood, the lunch that Charlie Sheen fixed
    Ooh I really want, Ooh I really need this
    Superficial women take me out to Chuck E. Cheese, quick
    Please do not forget the fifth graders and the freegrets
    Leave our table messy cause the waiter looks like Jesus
    Uh, Jesus Christ, nah, Jesus from the neighborhood
    What up to Long Island, I came back so I could say what's good
    More like De La Soul, less like other white folk
    Have you seen 8 Mile, though? I choked

    I don't really know just where my head's at
    I don't really know what it's about
    So I flip out
    And I like to flip out

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