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Baby,
(I say, "Lord, mercy")
This is for all you dirty bitches out
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 rockin' to the boat, steamin' gray tone

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

Check the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading
See me after dark, love, shit be getting
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, start kissing ear
Maybe, your lips, then pulling your hair
Yeah, I freak the spasm to get the orgasm
And if my legs cramp, girl, I that stamp
I got it sewn love, so you got no worries
Hold up, wait a second, my 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 billion cells

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

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

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

Reflectors and
At which my faster phrased
Super-lax, raps and MCs jump off wacks
Revolves and steers and sees time stilt
I work for Real Bill Divine, it's chill

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

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