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Baby,
(I say, "Lord, mercy")
is for all you dirty bitches out there
Suck up on this nuts
(I say, "Lord, mercy")

Say stop! Hey, what's sound?
Everybody look what's goin'
I'm everlastin', forever on a
I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' gray matter

I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can this
Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny
On some shit, I'd be gaming all the honeys
Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Bunnies

Check the Sunday funnies, I'd be Doonesbury
See me after dark, love, be getting scary
I'll freak you Carrie on the night of the prom
Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start stroking palm

Work my way up arm, start kissing your ear
Maybe, licking your lips, then your hair
Yeah, I freak the back to get the orgasm
And if my legs cramp, girl, I lick that
I got it sewn love, so you got no worries
Hold up, wait a second, my gettin' blurry

Stop, hey, that smell
Someone dust all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' the pockets swell
take it back fourteen billion cells

Periodic measures to say my
Too much of this dope need growth-type
Off a poet's tree, let me my leaves
off my roots and pull up my sleeves

Break a branchling stick
Lyrics for the
Yo fancy, shake your
Our transystem is MCs
I hymn-zen, then I'm

Pot smoke-seeds,
it, I be on every first ability
Of chaos, a higher form of
me virtually supreme ID

and tackers
At which my phrased words
Super-lax, break raps and MCs off wacks
Revolves and and still sees time stilt
I work for Real Divine, it's lyrical chill

I say, "Stop", hey, that smell?
laced dust all up in my L
Bitches start when the pockets swell
Let's take it back billion cells

Stop, hey, what's smell?
Someone laced all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets
Let's take it fourteen billion cells