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Can we get some more sub so he can feel it? Dumb, dumb, dummy, I'm no bunny I'm no slobby boy, I never beg for no money Fun, fun, funny You'll run from me No irony, no I pardon no one, nobody Chop, chop, chop it right hand Chop it like a pickpocket You had the mic, now you can't drop it Dumb, dumb, dummy Once nobody I'm coming I'm coming, I'm coming, sit down I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road But my trip is mad I ain't finished, I got loads I think I'm up for the challenge To show I got me some mileage I bought a car and a cottage I've got Suzanne in my baggage Got a list in my bucket Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket I fit in any socket Close the door, I'ma knock it I got my ticket, I'm a flee Selling overseas I just blink and get a fee Watch out What you think of me? I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road But my trip is mad I ain't finished, I got loads Lately, I got ceilings but I burn in the sun I never miss one shot, I'm sick as a gun I got mortal friends, I'm dead as they come like Hey! I'm on the way! I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay Now there's a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes When we crash I hit the ER, this is a thriller I did it for the PR, I did it for the fear I did it knowing there's a D'animal pack in the back of the fridge I go pack it up might triple attack And battery-acid my stacks in the cab Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs I just tell 'em to back it up, back it up, back it up I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't (okay, now repeat that one more time) I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road (Maybe nothing) But my trip is mad I ain't finished, I got loads