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One thing I despise is virgin
Shere Khan is that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a bomb
meanin if you don't my doe
i'm a fa show
You better have heat when you hang with this
meaning its cold when I'm chillin
the feelin'
Slipped down on a banana
I seen them dead on the floor with the skeated to the

I was yo how that happen?
Chuck taylors gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the right
can turn a hell of a wave into a flat
my don't pump no blood
it pump weed and gasoline, Nickitine
man ectasy can yo spleen
tell that to the them jeans, know what I mean
It's of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
And let my hold the gin and tonic
man i so much in blasphemy
but I do what the rap ask me
Have heart, hustle
have heart if you dont have muscle bite the 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 grind when it's creepy, gods wanna teach me
pocahantes makin money for me in the tee pee
My All Star Taylors, they lace like the mayor
ball court player
rapinfied sayer
you be like man no favor, real poppa
I disappeare like Hopper
reappear on
pants in the starch to increase her

t shirts the vestes feature
miesha check it its the god of
Chuck Taylor like the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and down the banana peelin,
you got a scheme what you dealin
man the bathroom
with the blunt dope in it
Its like with his spinach
run around like you tennis
and you still finished
keep the party crackin like its pistachios
the freaks got it poppin like a fashion
make a move with me birdy baby, the dough,
like a
i got a gift like a blind
put a whole new six
at south pole with the jaw
in the kitchen the rock raw
you me of cocaine and do do stains,
man its the shitty dope
dirty worm
collide like the sun and the moon
and I'm still trippin of room with the blood on the ceiling
catch ya
my taylors got me creepin
and rap
come and leave you stunned
and in
and leave my on the block like the lost glock
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 naked in ya shoes and socks
left it up to ya woman man to ya rocks
and the turned the spot into a hot box
Taylors All Stars and hard stars
make my way to the bar and you are
Catch ya

Hey sister me some of them shoes