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It's
As you may heard
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 a rocket
in the market, now I cannot it
Oh mami, oh papi, why envy me?
Messin up my with all this negativity
so now I'm gin-and-seng
Anything to mess with my with hallucinations
of invasion, from waiting on the
to get my style
Cos I'm to transmit into some funky 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 cock suck cocks
Osh Miss iss oh shit
I mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh then let's split it
into a 20 sack, and be back
wit my boy Craig Mack that, ugh!

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


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