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Life is too short, but now it's kind of funky

I make the beats for me and my homies

Newspaper reporters and others always ask me

Why I'm X-rated and I rap so nasty

When I was a teen, I did nothin' else

But pick up a pen and express myself

The things I wrote were obscene and kind of dirty

But mama always said the truth couldn't hurt me

She also said that it would set me free

I guess she was R-I-G-H-T on the nail

'Cause now I'm out making my mail

It all started out from a freaky tale

If that's what sells, then I'm a stick with it

Short Dog ain't changing, so forget it

You can sell out if you want to, homie

But I'ma stay short but funky

Funky, funky

Funky

Funky, funky

Funky

It don't stop, just call it verse two

It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew

Not your average everyday fake rap on the micro'

I might say something that your mother don't like so

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