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

I stuck my fingers in the socket, I up like a rocket
in the market, now I stop it
Oh mami, oh papi, why envy me?
Messin up my with all this negativity
so now I'm gin-and-seng
to mess with my concentration 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!
They ask me if I'm nasty, ask me, they bet me too
osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock 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 then let's split it
into a 20 sack, and be back
wit my boy Mack like that, ugh!

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


Oh if, I bring sucker-suckertash
I farts 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 to stroke the weedy
Oh big daddy, is you *slurp*
to slurp me in mouth like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug
fo' reala, I some Miller, ugh
Look up in the sky ARGH!!
a birdie, yes I'm worthy for certy
Black eyed peas, all in my butt fleas
Oh we's panties
All in my
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Back