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*Spoken*
Ain’t got time for the Sunday funnies y’all. Marmaduke can sniff my ass … but I guess he’d do that anyway, right? *Robot noise* We ‘bout to get real in here yo … I don’t even know what that means. I’s just talkin’ ‘till the beat gets here, yo … yo, where’s the beat?! Beat? Ayo, beat. Get over here, beat! HEY BEAT!

I get up outta bed, kick Scarlet Johansson out
Cracker crumbs on my head, which I could do without
Put on mah sunglasses so I can see in the sun
Put on mo’ sunglasses so I can't see anyone
See, I don't need to see, 'cause visually indeed
There's only one thing I need, which is the reflection of me
Walk out that door, give the finger to Mr. Sun
See that cancer's a bore – kills more people'n guns
But guns don't kill people, or so they say
Personally I kill sheeple if they don't get out the way
‘Cause it's Sunday, bitch – the world is my oyster
Tomorrow’s Monday, bitch, but today I'm-a rejoice yeah
Go out and brace for that first fine-ass filly
To jump at my face, to touch and to feel me
'Cause I get the honies like Skywalker gets the willies
Got a bad feeling 'bout honey but I'm lovin' the ladies on-me

It's Sunday everybody, get out the way – it's carpe diem ladies, on this bright new day
It's Sunday everybody, how about that – if you ain't gone be on me, I'm-a get my gat
It's Sunday everybody, haters gonna get smoked, but if you love me, we can all git toked
It's Sunday everybody, it's a day to rejoice – if you don't hate me, then follow my voice

Take a walk down the street, I own that motherclucka
Look down at my feet, I'm known like Jeff Zucker
The girlies crowd ‘round like I'm Justin Timberlake
Plus Justin Bieber, baby, all baked into a cake
'Cause I'm a cake of perfection, baked to a T
If Jesus had his resurrection he wouldn't have shit on me
If I had boogers now, they'd sell for hella bucks
On Ebay you'd see 'em – wow – selling for millions (with luck)
Yeah, I am valuable – like the Canadian dolla
My rhymes be invaluable – at my skills the bitches holla
And not just bitches, but the big dogs too
The haters got me in stitches like they was my favorite boo
When I wave my hand, twenty girls climax
Yeah I'm on demand like I was IMAX
I can't help being me, but even if I could
I wouldn't do sheeit 'cause this is just too good

*Chorus*

Yo, here comes a hater – click, bang, boom
The hater's now a tater, he be pushin' up shrooms
Fifty of 'em couldn't git me, they'd fail like a barge
What fell into the sea, yo, I'm large and in charge
As far as my life's concerned, I got a hold of the wheels
Don't got no concern for what others gonna feel
'Cos it's carpe diem bitches, seize the freakin' day
Don't spend it diggin' ditches, gotta spend it gettin' laid
As I near the end of the street I live on
I see a white dove flyin' majestic like a swan
I'm talkin' 'bout beauty y'all – I surround myself with it
Maybe it's 'cause I so pretty – regardless, I must have it
It's like that white girl said: Die young an' stay priddy
Don't wait 'till you're dead to get crazy in the city
Look up to the sky, I'm laughin' like a loon
I’m never gonna cry, 'cause I'm rad like Looney Tunes

*Chorus*

*Spoken*
Best day of the week, y’all