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One I despise is virgin suicide
Shere Khan is something the wind cries
The way I collect is a bomb threat
if you don't have my doe
i'm a fa show
You better have heat when you hang this villian
that its cold when I'm chillin
Catch the
Slipped down on a banana
I seen them on the floor with the blood's skeated to the

I was yo how that happen?
Chuck taylors down gotta on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the time
can turn a hell of a wave a flat line
my style don't pump no
it pump and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
man ectasy can yo spleen
that to the freaky them jeans, know what I mean
It's kind of ironic, make a phone for the chronic
And let my tigers the gin and tonic
man i curse so in blasphemy
but I do what the rap ask me
Have heart, hustle
have heart if you dont muscle bite the punk ear in the

no or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick
yet spin like a cd, I try not to get
on the when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
pocahantes makin for me bustin in the tee pee
My All Star Taylors, they lace like the mayor
ball court player
rapinfied rhyme
you be Nicky man no favor, real poppa
I disappeare like Jimmy
reappear on
pants in the heavy starch to her

t shirts with the feature
check it its the god of Khan
Chuck down like the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and down the banana peelin,
you got a homie what you dealin
man the tinted
the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its like Popeye his spinach
run like you playing tennis
and you still finished
international the party crackin like its pistachios
the got it poppin like a fashion show
make a move me birdy baby, grab the dough,
like a
i got a gift a blind jacker
put a whole new six
at south with the lock jaw
in the kitchen with the raw
you remind me of and do do stains,
man its the dope dealer
dirty catapilla
weed collide like the sun and the
and I'm still of that room with the blood on the ceiling
ya feelin'
my chuck taylors got me
and rap
come through and you stunned
and in
and leave my heart on the block like the lost
in the bushes of wood man u did what you
with the you got are you cold or hot
put it down with the plot, and got
and went to jail naked in ya and socks
it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks
and the freak turned the into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and stars
my way to the bar and there you are
Catch ya

Hey give me some of them shoes