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  My mom caught me jackin off to Hannah Montana with a banana peel
  Sippin a Cherry Fanta to match my dress and my purple heels
  Lookin like Santa, but skinny in a black weave, its real
  In a stolen truck with a license to kill
  I tell em Im Frank from Montana, the king of the hill
  Except Im a nigga from the Junkyard Gang
  Bill Cosby couldnt spot me if I copied a duck and a bill
  Simply cause I do not give a fuck like virginity
  Illmatic with the tactics
  I dont give a fuck how you feel, I got Wolf
  I flow backwards like heat when it chills on a thermometer
  I skatin, rappin, composin photographer is back like a black bitchs hair line kilometer
  Hotter than Madonna, Doo Doo Mama back up dancers
  With the windows rolled up inside the Honda
  Drivin through Nеvada in the summer
  Tyler, comma, Thе Creator is a fuckin animal
  In such, Im spittin like a llama, nigga
  Im a bastard, Im a walrus, Im a mothafuckin llama, nigga