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This shit is tho..

[Asher
In bloody and muddy
Im smashing of bubbly
Run for cover,
This thing b-bout to get ugly
Under a submarine bares the kitchen be
Californication agin more than Duchovny
You making my a double please
Serve it the knuckle cheese
Crocodile Hunter and Buddy Lee Dungarees
Barney Rubble, trouble lover, Hubble never seen
Floating like a butter wing stinging a bumble thing
I love it when I hear scream, eat it like a tangerine
Make you feel uneasy like feet up on a trampoline
Dont be so deceiving your penis eating fantasy
My is the meanest, undefeated when I plant a seed
Hatin on me, hatin on me, for my decay
You gon have to wait longer, I wont go away
Its like they say: you go to and most of it will stay
You in with some herpes, is it worth the price you pay?
You it little twerp, on the verge of something great
Til some overrated in the game got in the way
Imma have to take it James and D Wade
Its neither the Sheep, would you look at David Spade?
Im here to save the day, Caped Crusader, Super 8
If youre squeamish at proceeding I you look away
Yeah, beat it, believe it when arena takes the stage
You need a lighter when I feed em a of Tanqueray
Teething a type of pain, 18 is the riper
It aint easy to the feeling when dealing with hype and fame
Leading the of caine, Ill leave him and swipe his chain
Breathing, nice to you
evening, glad you came..

[Action
First of all, ever say a fuckin thing about the homie
Call a favor in and leave your mother very lonely
You a phony doggy, shit
Know the flow
Eyes low, I control the whip
No reservations needed to get the
I walk in, the chef calls me thats my label
? infuse the oil,
Standing a man in situations, get disabled
A lot of hundreds in the jacket
Know I blast the rocket, you in the air, just like an astronaut is
the passion novice, we play on All-Madden
Old glow jackets, padded
Been a grown man the day I was born, you strange and deformed
You sit at home while I get paid to
Now we put em on the Greyhound, 85
Better choose wise bitch, you fuckin with scholars
Old Impalas, like Rasheed Wallace
joints like a barbecue pit
Im sick, some would say retarded and shit
My mind sharp I eat garlic and shit
Swervin the quick, little dick..