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

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

I sayin' I'm God but you can graft this
are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny Mathis
On some smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the
Hitting Hugh with his Playboy Bunnies

Check the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading
See me dark, love, shit be getting scary
I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the
Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start your palm

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

Stop, hey, what's smell
laced dust all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets
Let's take it back fourteen billion

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

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

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

Reflectors and
At which my phrased words
Super-lax, break and MCs jump off wacks
Revolves and steers and still sees stilt
I work for Real Bill Divine, it's lyrical

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

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