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Da Dozen

My name is Dip Dab and I'm in this to win this My name is Mic Lord and I'm in this to win this The crew is called Da Dozens and we in this to win this

(John Phillips) I used to live in New York City; Everything there was dark and dirty. Outside my window was a steeple With a clock that always said twelve

*A CONCEPT FROM FIRE* Let's march through the gates and burn alive. I'm afraid of the ending. But Im reckless, I've torn apart my inner binding. That

London woke me up From a comfortable sleep With the screech of a tire And a monotonous beep I pulled back on the blinds And took a one-eyed peak outside

hollared at poppa and told him to wait He slipped away from me just like a cadillac snake 'Cause he's a rotten mistreater, robber and a cheater Slip you with a dozen

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a guy kill me cousin An mi here sey TD deh dey but him say he wasn't Anytime mi fly down him a get 'bout dozen, 'cause We get da kingdom, dem outta

on some cupcakes No doubt, that bakery's got all the bomb frostings I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gosling Two, no, six, no, twelve, bakers' dozen

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