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Get, get, get it?
Get, get, get it?
Bronson Statik
Get, get, get it?
Get, get, get it?
.its all the same!

Pussy rap, dental beaver trap,
That thrill is gone, Im here to bring the back,
To the streets, up the big whips.
Torpedo rum the ships,
Two grip, brother moves on shit,
Better move on chick, or is all trick,
.even in my
I spin the to make you mother fucker down sweat,
red, no pack but a cheese
Fat ass pussy until shes dead,
foot, looking like an Indian,
Cool straight the Caribbean.
Long jackets, made an amphibian,
.money, with my comedian.
Break it down, on the Dallas,
Deeping in your parlors, chilling scholars.

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music for you!
Nothing, nothing an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music for you!
Nothing, nothing an idiot!

Call me John Bon out the Volvo,
Retched on the leg, for the po-po!
Sissy, you a label as a loco,
Im sorry, but I used to. with the coco!
hippie, muffle with the green thumbs,
Seven grans a till my neck will leave my feet on them.
Super bitch, Portuguese,
Suck a like an elephant. three tones.
My pussy like my father the window,
. Im lighting up the
And when I go inside I think I might just Nintendo,
Call a from my high and play with my
Ah, just let me my little breath as she wont accept the kick
Cause your is for
Me, you see I like epileptic shit,
you fear me or you the kid.

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I make the just for you!
Nothing, nothing an idiot!

Mind Watson, flowing in the new
Van Alligator
Spin kick to the
up in the tea room,
You dont to rerun!
hard times, out the balloon,
like a butterfly, flying cocoon,
Urban love and village right by the lagoon.
Thats my grandfather, add a little
the. harder.
Now you Shawty hold me tighter the dance partner,
Put a around my pants,
So when the hit the tune Ill let her dance on it!
a gypsy, hookers in
.everybody is fifties.
ninety eighty two thats my shoot,
Reflect like sun shining in the hot noon!

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music for you!
Nothing, nothing an idiot!