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I remember when, last past November
Clown kid got pounded in the Timberlands
They him trembling, he was not remembering:
Never tuck denim in just to floss an emblem
Some would debate you, "Wait, the fella ate
Or He been listening in to his weathermens was telling him"
When I could it in my melanin, it's compelling
Us to break them off, no
No science-fiction to no theater near you, soon to
Fuck you frequently like how phases of the moon would do
You could 'round like it was an eclipse
Just don't directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the glimpse

Pass the L, the to tussle in them shirttails
All hail, Geedorah, the third rail
700 volts holds rap to a
ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed
Two bottles of Dom got his filled
And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass spill
And with Passion and a glass of the 'Ze
[And the lights down and hey!]

And I it was the last day ... Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their twisted back within reason
Mostly with these crimes of
And you'll be lucky if there's no even this evening
From how he's feeling, choice of flow is sick
He's the with the million dollar voice-throw trick
He's like a ventriloquist, his fist in the speaker's back
Couldn't think of no uniquer track, nope, attack
It don't really matter how big is. So much as a nipple
you could have a chick with D-Triple
'Cept the little. Just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn
no average MC ahead of me
Getting cheddar of the probably better pedigree
nicknames, sick games as Rick James
Messy games, sci-fly such as Jesse

Blast, I figure, ass titty licker
Last one to up in, fast-talking city slicker
Got bagged cause of the dirty with make-up
out quick for the 7:30 wake-up
My backup was an A-cup, as far as May
To when the leaves turn red and to Nimrod earthday
All else? to say
(And the went down and hey!)

That's I knew it was the first day ... Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back reasoning
Mostly with these crimes of men
And be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening

like a mosquito, the much sweeter resent the act
I been bent since my Physical went back
Since, Cultured of my kin
And for them I keep an L rolled in hellhole
Hold head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold
In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and
To Nimrod release day
And all Needless to say

Wait a motherfucking minute!! true presented
The names was changed just to protect who ain't in it
The XP was three-quarters tinted, was converted
The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it

When some could get wigs twisted back within reasoning
Mostly with these of lying, and fronting, and cheating
All types of styles of treason