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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 here to the fever back,
To the streets, up the big whips.
rum the same ships,
Two tongue grip, brother on shit,
Better on chick, or else is all trick,
.even in my
I spin the shit to you mother fucker down sweat,
Queens red, no pack but a
Fat ass pussy until shes dead,
Sway foot, looking an Indian,
Cool straight the Caribbean.
Long jackets, made an amphibian,
.money, slid my comedian.
Break it down, on the Dallas,
Deeping in your parlors, with scholars.

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a bit!
Straight up, I the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a bit!
up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing 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 used to. with the coco!
Urban hippie, muffle with the thumbs,
Seven grans a purple till my neck will leave my on them.
bitch, Portuguese, sweet
Suck a like an elephant. three tones.
My pussy like my father the window,
. Im up the indoor
And when I go I think I might just play Nintendo,
Call a Shwaty from my high and play 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 a little bit!
Straight up, I the music just for you!
Nothing, like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a bit!
up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing an idiot!

like Watson, flowing in the new
Van Dame
kick to the dick
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 hold me tighter than the dance partner,
Put a viper my pants,
So when the honey hit the Ill let her dance on it!
a gypsy, hookers in
.everybody is fifties.
Nine ninety eighty two my shoot,
Reflect like high sun in the hot noon!

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