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It's
As you may have
To the fat one and let the thunder burn
It's okay, to this loud
Mr DJ, mean to sweat you down

I stuck my in the socket, I blew up like a rocket
in the market, now I cannot it
Oh mami, oh papi, why they me?
Messin up my creativity all this negativity
so now I'm drinkin
to mess with my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, waiting on the nation
to get my style
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 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 shit then let's it
a 20 sack, and I'ma 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 the bumpenin sound
Worth more than the that they sellin by the pound
I walk the street like
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a raft
with Sista, it's the MC brezzle twister
Mackalicious boy I'll pop you like a
Craig Mack's a Knight with The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth like dental
So back up and don't me down
Boo on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls like
Hittin wicked the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get in forth off the back


Oh if, I bring sucker-suckertash
When I farts I poops cash my ass
Cos If You You're Lonely Now
like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like
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 your like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my dealer
fo' reala, I some Miller, ugh
Look up in the sky ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm worthy for
Black eyed peas, all in my butt like
Oh we's smell
All in my
My amplifier's on the light, Kotter Welcome Back