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It's
As you may have
To the fat one and let the thunder burn
It's okay, to play this
Mr DJ, don't mean to you down

I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up like a
in the market, now I stop it
Oh mami, oh papi, why envy me?
Messin up my creativity with all this
so now I'm drinkin
Anything to mess with my concentration hallucinations
of invasion, waiting on the nation
to get with my
Cos I'm about to transmit into some ish
Can you get with
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, they bet me too
Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh suck their cocks
Osh miss Miss iss oh
I mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then let's it
into a 20 sack, and be back
wit my boy Craig like that, ugh!

[Craig
Don't sweat me
This jam a frontin MC, leave MC's shakin in the ground
come the bumpenin sound
Worth than the coke that they sellin by the pound
I walk the street Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, on the funk like a life raft
with Sista, it's the MC brezzle twister
Mackalicious boy I'll pop you a blister
Craig a Jedi Knight with The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth dental floss
So up and don't sweat me down
Boo on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls that
Hittin wicked like the rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get in forth off the back


Oh if, I could sucker-suckertash
When I I poops cash from my ass
Cos If You You're Lonely Now
Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I a beady
I feel, the need to the weedy
Oh big daddy, is you ready
to slurp me in your mouth like
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my dealer
fo' reala, I drinks Miller, ugh
up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm for certy
eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh smell panties
All in my
My on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back