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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 damn 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 the shit to make you mother fucker down sweat,
Queens red, no but a cheese
Fat ass fucking pussy until dead,
Sway foot, like an Indian,
straight form the Caribbean.
Long jackets, made an amphibian,
.money, with 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!
up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing 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!

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 grans a till my neck will leave my feet on them.
bitch, Portuguese, sweet
Suck a dick an elephant. three tones.
My whistle like my father the window,
. Im up the indoor
And when I go inside I think I just play Nintendo,
Call a from my high and play with my
Ah, let me catch my little breath as she wont accept 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 the music just for you!
Nothing, like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, like an idiot!

Mind like Watson, in the new
Van Alligator
Spin kick to the
up in the tea room,
You dont to rerun!
hard times, out the balloon,
Beauty a butterfly, flying cocoon,
Urban love and village right by the lagoon.
Thats my grandfather, add a cream
the. harder.
Now you Shawty hold me 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.
ninety eighty two thats my shoot,
Reflect high sun shining in the hot noon!

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