The master of this rap shit
While o stands for omelet
This one right here for polo
On his way back to home eya-eya o
Poke out from behind her
Mother, o my mother
Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow
But look, she went and dialled triple o
I came up hungry
I'm a grade a o g
Unless they o d like heath ledger
I'm here to make it better
In the front row at a holy justin bieber show
Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o
Growing up i had your posters o
Double m g forever though
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