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Come easy, the champion Come easy, the thunder gon' come Come easy, damage is done I'm the one, the smoking gun It come easy, stuck in my ways Come easy, contaminate the scenery Damage is done I'm the one, the smoking gun The long arm of the law, they bust my front door So I flush two pounds then I flush two more But I fucked up 'cause I left a pound in the drawer Now I'm face down getting fucked by the law Oh, shit, better dip and be quick to move In the back room we got six zips of shrooms So I lick my lips and I sit to eat Didn't get locked up, but I tripped for weeks It come easy, the champion Come easy, the thunder gon' come Come easy, damage is done I'm the one, the smoking gun It come easy, stuck in my ways Come easy, contaminate the scenery Damage is done I'm the one, the smoking gun Met a chick named Jane with a thick ass frame She's an ice-cold bitch but I love her the same I come easy when she scream my name (oh, Ren) Wait, bitch, what the fuck you say? Aww, shucks, my bad, I was hitting it, too Fuck y'all, I'm out I guess I'm sticking with you But I really wish I didn't, hindsight's a bitch 'Cause nine months later she had Webby's kid It came easy, fresh out the womb Oh, Jesus, what should I do? I called up the dude And he said: Fuck you And oh, by the way, you got syphilis, too Now I'm seething, That's what you get So I breathe in, reach for the neck And squeeze him, but that shit don't hurt 'Cause I'm still feeling all them shrooms from last verse Ah, shit, wait Chris, are you feeling okay? Well, the wall's kind of melting, but I'm otherwise straight You sure? 'Cause judging by the state of you mate You're a mess, you're the one who's got a rash on his taint You see, mine cleared up in a couple of days But I don't got health care Well, that's a damn shame Just try not to scratch it I've got to run And oh, by the way, say hi to my son Come easy, the champion Come easy, the thunder gon' come Come easy, damage is done I'm the one, the smoking gun It come easy, stuck in my ways Come easy, contaminate the scenery Damage is done I'm the one, the smoking gun Now it's 12 years later and the story's not done Yeah, I know I sound like Chris but I'm not, I'm the son See, I never met my father, but they say I got his voice And luckily for me, my mother wasn't pro-choice So the dumb bitch had me, but my fuckin' stepdad He's some British cocksucker, always mean and unhappy And I just want to kill this motherfucker so bad Oh, shit, he just got home, Hi, Dad I'm not your father, bitch, try and get it through your head Your dad overdosed on mushrooms 12 years ago, he's dead Otherwise, I wouldn't be stuck here having to raise you You little shameful, ungrateful brat, I hate you Um, sure, Dad, I mean, Mr. Ren, you got it I'ma shoot this motherfucker with the gun up in my closet What you say? I said uh, gum is stuck in my pocket I don't know how I forgot it, but I should go and wash it Fuck sake, you really are autistic as your father was I guess that's the result of a pregnancy with a lot of drugs You should have been an abortion, should have pulled the plug You know what, Mr. Ren, why don't you hold that thought Got the pistol from my closet, brought it downstairs quick And then I held it out in front of me and aimed it at his dick Wait a second, little man, hold on, let's talk through this Don't be foolish, do you even know how to use it? (Gunshot) Yeah, I do, actually I looked it up on YouTube You fucking dickhead