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Went from the to the spray paint and all the way back to the

Run the fate, excuse me
Went from the papermate to the spray and brought it all the way back
To the
for buying the tape

Excuse me my - me, my friend
Is your pen?
Is it cool if I use it to with my skeletons?
Is it proper for me to use it to these people?
Is it for me to caress it against my ego?
Eh yo, can I use a point just to make my small point?
Are these mechanical joints anything like points?
Old fashioned number two and I need that quick and steady
But that's assuming I ain't chewed off the eraser tip
If I touched or felt it, believe I'm 'bout to hell flip
Computer friendly only that deadly bitch helps me spell shit
Scribble, for the you, the me, the she and the
Aerosol to the wall, it tall for all the vision
Yo, he wrote it in jail, she wrote it in
I that shit, named it, recorded it
Eh yo, I got one for
And if I truly I got something to show ya
I pull out a sheet of loose leaf and draw it out in crayola
I've grown to keep an extra utensil in my
And I've been known to mark it on the with chalk
Most I write with a pen, sometimes I write with a buzz
And if I ever go gold, I must wrote that shit in blood
And if I ever go gold, I must wrote that shit with blood
And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit blood
And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit with
Multiples, level four, courtesy of the

Eh yo, it's all about the penmanship,
It's all about the penmanship,
Eh yo, all about the penmanship, baby
Eh yo, it's all about the penmanship,