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Rumor has it that theres been a job botched,
That the balls been dropped by hands made of locks
Blame bounces back and forth like a shuttlecock,
But give it back to me and it gets ill got, oh no
You must be mistaken, I have all your children
But there will be no confessions from me,
My lips are locked like vaults,
But you can call me San Andreas but its not my fault,
I heard the rumor had a rendezvous,
Well yes it came right by my place but it passed right through,
Ive made mistakes before yes I must be fair,
I swear I saw you drop the ball like that New Years Times Square,
Where did the ball drop it took a walk,
Sailed like Argonauts, fled like Huguenots,
Across the sea to Canada from my potato, hot
And it lands in the hands of the nappy head

I rise to my defense council, approach the bench
Relax to the past, but Im in the present tense
Acquitted by my diction my conviction
Appeals to the fabrication of the fiction,
Never tell a lie, well maybe just a little one,
But if you wanna point a finger, heres the middle one,
I pass the buck like Lindros pass the puck,
Paparazzi, wanna drag me into the muck, what the!
I dont think so I, I sink so youll get the picture
I saw Louise swear on a stack of scriptures
Scrip was written and Im just an actor
Tryin to pull through all the bull like a tractor
Attractive as a scapegoat, but Im sorry
Have to find fault in the folks that came before me
I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived here
But you give them an inch, it will take a light year