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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, damn beaver trap,
That thrill is gone, Im to bring the fever back,
To the streets, up the big whips.
rum the same ships,
Two grip, brother moves on shit,
Better move on chick, or is all trick,
.even in my
I spin the shit to make you fucker down sweat,
red, no pack but a cheese
Fat ass fucking pussy until dead,
foot, looking like an Indian,
Cool straight the Caribbean.
jackets, made from an amphibian,
.money, with my comedian.
it down, vision 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 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, like an idiot!

Call me John Bon out the Volvo,
on the leg, dipping for the po-po!
Sissy, you a label as a loco,
Im sorry, but I never to. with the coco!
Urban hippie, muffle with the thumbs,
Seven grans a purple till my will leave my feet on them.
bitch, Portuguese, sweet
Suck a like an elephant. three tones.
My pussy like my father the window,
. Im up the indoor
And I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo,
a Shwaty from my high and play with my
Ah, just let me catch my little breath as she accept the kick
Cause destiny is for
Me, you see I spin epileptic shit,
you me or you respect the kid.

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

Mind like Watson, in the new
Van Alligator
kick to the dick
up in the tea room,
You want to rerun!
times, drug out the balloon,
Beauty like a butterfly, cocoon,
Urban love and central right by the lagoon.
my grandfather, add a little cream
the. harder.
Now you Shawty hold me tighter than the partner,
Put a around my pants,
So when the honey hit the tune Ill let her on it!
a gypsy, hookers in
.everybody is fifties.
ninety eighty two thats my shoot,
Reflect like high sun in the hot noon!

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