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

Say stop! Hey, what's sound?
Everybody look what's down
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
are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny Mathis
On some smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the
Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy

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

Work my way up your arm, start kissing ear
Maybe, your lips, then pulling your hair
Yeah, I freak the back to get the orgasm
And if my cramp, girl, I lick that stamp
I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no
up, wait a second, my vision's gettin' blurry

Stop, hey, what's that
Someone laced all up in my L
Bitches start once the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen cells

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

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

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

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

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

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