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Breaking fool with no need to hide. Still, it's no excuse to abuse you. I got rhythms, I got rhymes. But I am not coming back, I done told ya. And in the morning it's girls.
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Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads. Just give it one time for your mind. But a fighter's all I knew how to be. B Boys in the cut until our dying day. Rub a little oil on my neck and back shit. You could give your whole damn life to the music thing. Just to let 'em know I made it. Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best.
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When I catch MCs, it's time for wing-clippin'. What makes this world so sick and evil? Payroll (nice), might put you on a table. Fuel injected, rhyme connected, running things.
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To make romance in my b-boys stance. My, my stepdad (stepdad). Going coast to coast, watching all the girlies shaking. In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet. Fuckin' with my world, cause he's fuckin' with the pipe, aw damn. But they're so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets. Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop. There goes my skirt dropping to my feet lyrics zach. He's like (more strange sounds). I praise the Buddhas as they shine. My flow (my flow), still a psycho (psycho), killer (killer). Watch her f*ckin' die right in front of my eyes. When you're born with Lucifer's horns. You've got a bagel in your pants and that's a must. Mic-mic-mic, mic control.
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Girl, let's go back, back to my castle (yeah). Except when I rap so I guess it ain't true. So get your hologram off of Wolf Blitzer. Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin' onion. Peter eater, parking meter, all of the time. Man, not really (haha). Nobody said shit about 2 Chainz as long as he's been here, shit. Well I got the skills. There goes my skirt dropping to my feet lyrics clean. Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc. Only 12 notes, well, a man can play. I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge. Always on vacation, like Clark and Rusty.
Bum bum ma mily bum. And you'd be lucky to get my seconds. Read me my rights, fingerprinted, and booked. You've got a tombstone hanging over your dick. To all the girls, all the girls... You liked it, some of it's... 59 Chrystie StreetAww, aww. But da-na-na-na-na-da-na (woo). Who made you the judge and jury? 'Cause I smacked her in face and on that tip. Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin'.
You try to vex, reject, but you should respect. The only cop with a rope chain with the walking the beat. Holy piss, holy crappers. We're reaching a point where we can't turn back. "Hey, me and you should hit the hay". Amy got pissed, shot his wife. And she said dark is not the opposite of light. I think they want me to OD on codeine.
I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet. The east side slums (yeah).