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>Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah), uh
>Junior T.O.L.K.I.N., uh (R.I.P.)
>Uh (I like lambas) yeah, yeah
>Mad Elevenses (Mmm. Keep rangin')
>To all the elvish by the lake with style and grace
>Allow me to lace these lyrical disses in your precious
>Who rock grooves and make moves with all the lawdies?
>The back of the Shire, sip Miruvor with Celeborn-E
>The back of the Shire, suckin’ toes, my Sam’s behind me
>Mad question askin', pipe-weed passin'
>Dwarves bashin’', but I just can't quit
>Because one of these hobbies Frodo got to creep with
>Sneak with, while Smaug is sleepin’, why not?
>Why blow up my spot 'cause the gold got hot?
>Now check it,
>I got more rocks than Sammie, mad elvish bread
>Believe me, Gimli, I got enough to feed the needy
(I love it when you call me Big Masta)
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true strider
(I love it when you call me Big Masta)
To the Smigels gettin' money playin Sammies like dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Masta)
If you got a rang up in your waist
Please don't smote up the place
(Why?)
'Cause I see some halflings tonight
That should be havin my baby, baby
