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    Excuse me, I'm trying to earn a mere buck or two
    A solemn rapper come in -- and who the fuck are you?
    Around this part of town with diamonds and your girl in fur
    "I'm trying to enter in this rap contest you're havin sir"
    You're kinda late "Flat tire" Well that'd do it cuz
    Well alright, pay me now, and you'll be at the hub
    "I hope I don't mess up, or run out of breath, or even BRICK"
    Don't worry hon you're hittin em harder than a fuckin brick
    "But what do you think Van?" Please, no one can serve us
    "Wish me luck dear, I'm scared and I'm nervous"
    So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
    This one the DJ calls... lick the balls!

    Now everytime I write dope raps they come vickin it
    Now you know the title of this, so start lickin it
    Lips kickin it, hey bitch, there is a brick in it
    So when you think you're prepared, I keep stickin it
    Now here they come with a spike to fight, take it light
    Now who the one you're trying to be like with all your might
    And anyone that attempted to remove me out the race
    best give me space before I fly in they fuckin face
    Now raise that vocal, play that role around your local hoods
    Don't worry about a thing cause Ricky Rick is bringin home the goods
    Who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
    This one the DJ calls... lick the balls!

    Now everything that come out your mouth, sound like it's out of spite
    I'm back on a mission and this time I'm gonna anchor right
    That's right, ads help, he's improvin it
    "Thank gosh Rick! We love the way you're movin it"
    Who's hittin rough in eighty-eight I bet your momma knows
    Backslap you all down like I were dominoes
    Stun em all, come on y'all, give me a taste of life
    Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck ya wife
    So be my friend and don't pretend you will not be forgiven
    You're cleaning house up to the MASTER, that's how we both are livin
    So who will stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
    This one the DJ calls... lick the balls!

    GO Vance Wright! GO Rick! Look at the style we bring
    How come you cannot write a rap that will erase the king
    The girls you watch are now entranced now when they see me slam
    Shit on motherfuckers and I tell them who the fuck I am
    My name is Rick, but now you know who's rulin it
    Pump the world and the DJ put the fuel in it
    Come ride the dick and if you wanna know what is the word
    Who write the baddest raps you and your boys have ever heard
    I eat you up and give your girl a bowl of Puppy Chow
    You understand alright? Hello! I'm tryin to tell you now
    Who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
    This one the DJ calls... lick the balls!

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