Datskat! I you dig it when I kick it baby!
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Datskat! I know you dig it I kick it baby!
Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we gonna And don't stop, just droppin off my bags you When you define, the word behind, you lags We off like launchers, launchin off the rockets If you bugs, if you act plugs, you're gettin pulled Out of sockets, the particularly this Miraculous in lyrics be callin me Jesus Please just call me I'm not a prophet Pass me a topic and drop it Because it gets, hairier, never marry or a throne To hell with a boy the microphone Will be convenient, I'm bein lenient On them folk who gonna slow-up they a dope But We makin touchdowns, cause we knockin down, so
Datskat! I know you dig it I kick it baby!