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

rap, dental damn beaver trap,
That is gone, Im here to bring the fever back,
To the streets, up the big whips.
Torpedo rum the ships,
Two tongue grip, moves on shit,
Better on chick, or else is all trick,
.even in my
I spin the to make you mother fucker down sweat,
Queens red, no 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, with scholars.

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I make the just for you!
Nothing, nothing 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 Bon popping out the Volvo,
Retched on the leg, for the po-po!
Sissy, you found a as a loco,
Im sorry, but I never to. with the coco!
hippie, muffle with the green thumbs,
Seven a purple till my neck will leave my feet on them.
Super bitch, Portuguese,
Suck a dick an elephant. three tones.
My pussy whistle like my the window,
. Im lighting up the
And when I go inside I think I might just Nintendo,
Call a Shwaty from my high and with my
Ah, just let me catch my little breath as she wont the kick
your destiny is for
Me, you see I spin epileptic shit,
you fear me or you the kid.

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

Mind like Watson, in the new
Van Alligator
Spin to the dick
up in the tea room,
You want to rerun!
hard times, out the balloon,
Beauty like a butterfly, cocoon,
love and central village right by the lagoon.
Thats my grandfather, add a little
the. harder.
Now you Shawty me tighter than the dance partner,
Put a around my pants,
So when the honey hit the tune Ill let her on it!
Like a gypsy, 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!