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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, that sound?
Everybody look goin' down
I'm everlastin', forever on a
I'm rockin' to the boat, gray matter tone

I ain't I'm God but you can graft this
Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Mathis
On smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the honeys
Hitting Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I say, "Stop", hey, what's that
Someone dust all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets
Let's take it back fourteen cells

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