Maybe Give Em Thanks From The Steel Grade Shank Hold That, Put The Mic Down Ya Lucks Up, Dont Let It Touch The Ground And Shut The Door, Buckle Up Its The Law. Fool Stay Calm Like You Got Pulled Over With The Raw. - SearchQuotes

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Maybe give em thanks from the steel grade shank hold that, put the mic down ya lucks up, dont let it touch the ground and shut the door, buckle up its the law. Fool stay calm like you got pulled over with the raw.

MF Doom

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