[Mad I make heads nod like a hot-rod hydraulics A drinkin ??? gettin plastered like alcoholics. I smash that fraulic or tip-toe through the tulips Smack a ??? then his ass like an orange ???. With I sanction on the mic Til the pressure from the frantic ??? young gun professor Yes sir i'm fresher, i dont to be a boaster, But i'm the guy thats fly like the space coaster One tough cookie, still a rookie the kids, To have all the girls feelin all the in my pants? No, but I I can do the hokey-pokey Turn myself around, kid, 'cause I'm still broke.
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[Mad Girls the way I rock this obnoxious concoction, I'm swift with the gift to quick like i'm at an auction. The angry kid to flip, my lid and rock the cradle, Try to battle, its suicidal, my is fatal, so Strap on the I never kiss the piss-flaps I rap i tap the bottle then i twist caps ??? but I be the better MC, my initials are official. Artificial styles get me up and thats rough, pup Your stuff and I get wild and its tough love. The space case no distortion, I'm out kids on the mic like an abortion. They're forcin these suckers stage ???, But still, I'd a real record deal.
Its the with the fuck and the mad master fantastic, shit fit, 'cause you knows we have to. They call me Drescot, I got nothin to lose, the 1s and the 2s. Fools see me comin in the of '94, So let me grab Heiny from the stow. ??? of the dragon if laggin on the two-step, You on the J to the D E L Guess its kinda when you're in the background, But a new sound. Baby that I've found. So the linguistics 'cause I'm sweet like this, And if the liquor's there, I'm going to get quick. Bermudo, people just wanna your mind, But i have the beat, hit me two more times. 'cause its one for the Treble, two for the Honda Civic, If you know who this is, I'ma tell you who it is. Its the ??? Asian the idle-most. a lot of damn beats but I'm still flat broke, So to my niggas of the B.S. crew, Hey, in the house. I thought you knew.
[Mad I'm damper, over the rough like a lapper, '86 later turned into a rapper. So, Clap your to the beat vibe, But my are old news and i've got holes in my socks. I the mic swell in this group What the Hell, Well a little story I've got to tell! two bad b-boys with big hopes and dreams, Who drive across the country just to on the scene. I the dotted-line but I guess i'm a bust, Because i've livin in my car for about 6 months. Without a pop the ??? up to my story, He didnt even think of sorry. But back on track, to the fact, a record contract is black. So if you got one, be to get a lawyer, 'cause you'll be up shit a paddle. Oh yeah, its no joke, my and be my son, tastin cake, I dont want you to get burned. But me, I live on Hip-Hop so be climbin that stuff, Just remember my name 'cause I'm a in the rough.