Ruth’s Advice

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Yo stupid K, we got it rollin' Alright, alright, this is it Kickin' the beatbox (huh-huh-huh) I'm made out of solace, stealin' you like straw Too many farts drivin' Hyundai cars Oh my stars, you need help (welp) And I'm here to do it I got this here target (hmm) I'll just glue it to your body, now I'll play karate You're startin' to rot, but I'm just noddin', nod off to sleep Into a deep slumber Homesy shoulda took chalk of Ruth's advice and used a cucumber