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Hey girl, gimmie that puss
And I'ma give u something u can stick in that tush
You should thicken that bush
So when I go down its like lickin cactus
Then eaten that butt
Go str8 to tha mouth when getting that nut..
I know I been gone for a minute
But I'm back brand new, from tha start to tha finish
With tha mind of a chemist
All your nutrients Im inclined to replenish
As I spit lines niggaz witness
Working out words to try it in fitness
To get a body type and percentage
Of muscle like tha pumped up dimes down in Venice
Not speaking guys, I mean women
Lookin all good in that dress she winning
And I'd be willing
To testify against her to say she killing
I feeling too right
In a new dawn, new day, and new light
Treated like Akeems bride
Cause I'm down to do whatever you like
Can't wait for them to fall and crackle
At tha sight of seeing iBall like Apple
Little i wit a big B
Tha same as off trees coincidentally
Life given lemons turn it into SImply
Whether u can believe it or not, Ripleys
Live strong like u driven on a 10 speed
ALL else, I look up and follow in his lead
Now u shook in abundances
Finding out this Campaign wasn't Marty Huggins
And my dogs ain't pugs in this
I'm giving Bear Grylls to show my ruggedness
No Mickey D's, but I'm loving it
Chillin on some Sweet ish (Swedish) and don't have my bum on it
To get ready for tha summer hits
Continue on and listen as you keep running it
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HOOK
Tha fuck is up, hang in out nothin much
Chillin wit this horse, while its eaten on some crunch n munch
but, if I fuck it up, I'll tell you that'll fuckin suck
To cuff me up, while I'm yelling that I love buttered stuff
Tha fuck u mean, off a blunt dipped in lean
Slower than a tortoise moving after takin hits supreme
Its extreme, make u wanna kick and scream
To tha words of Cornfucius you are listening
VERSE1
F yo neglegences, I'm strong as Elephants is
Grabbing you by tha neck and toss you a hella distance
So if a fella witness, he better not tell tha pigs this
I stay wit hella nit-wits and punks known well as misfits
Along tha realm of henchman, wit shells that make you spin flip
Quarter circles back like a hurricane Ken kick
Bury lames then whip, outta there like Dr. Jones
You are not Capone, and couldn't star on tracks if you were Spock alone
If you are in a class of your own, you are not a show
So your careers poetic justice, I ain't talking Pac n Joe
Or Regina and Janet, if you was eaten a sandwich
In front of a starving man that you keep as companion
So when you fall asleep wit some ambien
He'll be you cuz he is whut he eats when he's famished
And that tha circle of life, so I put purple in pipes
And think of other ways to put in work for my life
HOOK
VERSE 2
On a nice day, chillin with a chickadee
Working with an 8 or 9, in tha game I'm sickening
Play for keeps and here to stay, so aint no evicting 'em
While they talking in a jargon that's like barking from a Pikanese
Ginger please, a nigga red like he rooting for tha Bulls
If you had a 40 piece, you couldn't even get a pull
Oh who is you? That cat that was to cool for school
So I took to tha streets to find tha foes I choose to duel
Tha art, beautiful, without or with tha use of tools
Abuse a fool and go nuts introducing shoes to jewels
SO lose tha rules, dudes and ghouls
Whether you're a city folk, or you's a rural specimen of human pools
Of genes that make your individuality
Without materials or tha independent salary
That why I think outer limit, hit it in totality
So in the rap relay run, I'm burning all my calories
HOOK
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If you look into my membrane
You can probably see tha subtle signs of insane
Thats whut I'm diagnosed and been claimed
To be put in this room with tha padded wall inlayed
So I'm giving salutations
To folks wit psychiatric evaluations
You can't proclaim a louder statement
From Doctors that try to work it out wit patients
Is it from eating paint chips thats infused with tha lead
Personally I thinks its from being hit in tha head
So tha way that it sinks
Is my people didn't have me in tha way that they think
So is it crazy to say they aren't my true friends
If they would allow other people to come and do this
Its a threat, like hearing tha snarls barking
Just something thought of that crazy like Gnarles Barkley
I want tha Lord to save me
Only if its gonna keep me from crazy
Crazy, like a lifetime movie
Where she stays with tha man for a life thats choosing
To accept tha reality and likes that bruising
Cause if she didn't, she would fight back truly
And round up a storm
We label it crazy, cuz its out of tha norm
And there's no understanding to tha reasoning
Or others can't fathom that situation feasibly
As labeling profanity as crazy talk
If they don't comprehend, we gotta switch it like a ladies walk
I'ma switch back witcha
From a psycho, like no bitch ass nigga
That wanna see tha Midwest Coast, then we straight jackin
To admit them to a clinic in a straight jacket
So line up and take ya medicine
One's to balance you and tha other is a sedative
I want tha Lord to save me
Only if it keeps me from going crazy
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VERSE 1
Notice a niche natural knack knicks
Now-a-days not a nan nudda interacts wit
This unbelievable black kid, that talks like but doesn't act hick
They'd love me if I was a darker version of a skinny Brad Pitt
To get attention is tha reason I act sick
And yell obscure obscenities like eat a bag of fat dicks
Often comes off as misunderstood
But to be in my position I don't think another could
Most of y'all would skip that like you stutter good
Live tha wish creed, cuz I wish a muthamutha would
Tha reverse of a Gepeto curse
As I'm writing whut I feel off of these trees and meadows first
I'm building to hold connects like a lego purse
And design mine wit mixed blues, reds and yellows first
Shock to signify, this fellow has jello jerks
Simple eyes watch tha signals fly like how a cell phones works
HOOK
We need to know
And remember face, cuz tho they in a better place, we always hate to see them go
As deemed before
He tests rookies, that eat depressed cookies, so the message thats received is gold
VERSE 2
Hang ten, total tubularity
Toodles twice tickling twins tits type Tia & Tamera-ly
Compared to me, they just some parodies, double daring each
Other, to suffer tha severity of being extra dry like Arrid be
Confidence raises over fear in an unfair defeat
Between tranquility and madness is where u meet and share for peace
Whether I hold tha game throne, or a chairmans seat
I'ma be me from head to feet, whut I feel I care to speak
Stand tall I refuse to be your fall guy
Those that try I get them up and move 'em out like rawhide
Throw down tha metal, just to flip ya pogs wide
Something simple turned a monster, putting water on Mogwai
Tell ya Paw bye, because one day we all die
Whether its natural causes, or by something we get mauled by
Hopefully we look back and all get a LOL by
Remembering that better place that'll all make it alright
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VERSE: B's
I just want a bad, straight one or a glad
I'll treat you so good, like tha best you ever had
I stay wit 3, hat trick, and brothaz jealous from that
She got a itch to scratch, then come and sit in my lap
She drinkin from that glass, Confidence she has
Ricky Bobby swag, she's in first not last
She keep her body tight, just incase she gotta fight chicks
Thats 25 to life, no offense to Mike Vick
Brown, red, or black, target sited attack
She'll eat a whole big mac, if you walk and turn yo back
Close tha door and latch it, just to keep my house chick
Sittin waitin on me to hoop, till I say game, blouses
HOOK
I need a bad B, and Mad H's
VERSE: H's
I need me a smart, that in tha sun garden
She can be from Africa, but no starving marvin
Find her on a bargain, in tha army sergeant
None of that excuse me, more like beg your pardon
Yes i can and can't, get down and dirty stank
Ah you smell poop and stuff, unless you got some dank
Made out of a plank, She lose money and bank
She know it aint no thang, when it comes to green she gon' make mo
Not fuckin wit them rakes, call it wrong, mistakes
Puttin in tha ground, to break and cultivate
Shake, earthquake, in tha earth they sank
I'm using you in New York, but got you in Burbank
HOOK
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VERSE 1
Go ahead and smash tha gas, looking at tha ocean cruising down tha coastline
Then roll and pass tha grass, so I can get open, and explore in my own mind
You never know whut you gon find, I'm talking right now cuz its so time
This is that midnight cruise, smoking wit my dudes where it ain't no beef like a bovine
Get yo ass to tha club wit fa sho dimes, let her get you on tha wall wit tha slow wind
If she likes you, let her take you home, and take her panties off, then tha booty goes oh my
Getting down to it I, will wax that, no dry, combined wit my try
Rub you, hug you, and love you guaranteed girl you know I, I, I, I
Will, cuz you smell so good, which stimulates tha sense, enticing to hit tonight
As we head home, I see you a red-bone , which you don't know is my kryptonite
You know you done fucked up right, but its your mom and dad that I put all tha blame on
For creating you to get a nigga fucked up right, cuz I'm getting off these shots of Jamo
After a lovely evening, of us working out or demons
I ask for tha number cuz her in her birthday suit again I wanna see it
This is how it begins, birds and tha bees perceived it
SO if you gonna go then go all out and dive into life at tha deep end
HOOK
(No way, I ain't trying to play no games)
(Please stay, I just wanna know your name)
Can I get yo number and your name entry
I don't know whut I would do if you ain't wit me
There's no one on tha planet that I'd rather see than you
So get into my car, and lets take this cruise
VERSE 2
I'm a smooth dude that'll scoop you, me and you boo, gonna have a nice compotation
Over candle light in tha night, or fun in tha sun, and talk about relations
As we linger, I turn to a deep thinker, because every time I see her
Not that I want her, but I need her, thinking of putting a ring on tha finger
To deem her, Mrs. C-T-C whut a dream to be her husband
In my own mind seeing our future, beyond time, thinking bout her loving
But I think I better, not get carried away like stretchers
But I love tha pleasure, shaping that thang on her walk like sketchers
In this modern life, no heifer, mo better she tha pepper to tha gumbo
All that and bizag of chips, so to get at tha chick you better be some pro
Confident cool, and collected, is dominant, smooth, and infectious
I promise a fool, would honest assume most common that dude is respected
And thats how you get that girl, when you try for tha 9 or 10
If at first you don't succeed, then try again, with higher chin
Cuz rejection comes, so try again, or try her friend
And if she's down to smoke and sip, well we ridin then
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VERSE 1
You fine like a polished pearl, Candy Girl
Miss Cookie caking wit a pecan sandy swirl
You make me rise like a crescent roll
And that I have you to myself I am blessed to know
Chill relax ya mind and lets it go
Feeling yellow, smoke wit me and lets get blowed
Feeling Jamo, pour a drink and lets get to'
When pleasing you, just say "You can Coon (Cancun)" like Mexico
I love that you create your style
And ya dimples show whenever I make you smile
I'm enclosed in she, as she gets close to me
Proposed to leave nothing in tha closet, except where clothes supposed to be
I dig her crazy state
And appreciate tha fact that she made me wait
So once she did give me her gift, I destroyed that that
And that all leads to now, everything I look back at
HOOK
Will she let me come and scoop her, we can ride tha Metro
I'm feeling good about her, even tho we just met yo
Hope it works between us, I mean we become one
But for now I'm gonna chill and have some good clean fun
Today, I think we floating away
And we going to play
Nothing more I can say, OK
VERSE 2
This mommys mine and fine
In tha light kryptonite egyptian dime design
She'll leave you blind in sight, depiction dynamite
Lookin nice from head to tippy toes is mighty tight
Peep her like prey, so if she die tonight
Its from domestic battery from my giant pipe
Get her heated without a pilot light
Similar to roller coasting, how she ride it like
Or Heidi Fleiss, romantic type advice
She put tha pedals in motion and i aint talking riding bikes
Before I violate her civil rights
I vest up, and continue to practice makin little tykes
As I apply tha strict safety
I'm telling her to hold on as I drive miss daisy
Que sara when it comes to tha content
Cuz getting some is better than getting nun like convents
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Emperors Mahjong, Real Shit
That fun bag feel you get wit real tits
Go on a date, mess it up, and still hit
Tha magician then disappears, no Bill Bix
Chill Trick, and grant me
Time to spit wisdom, something fancy
I roll wit my dog like Douglas Yancy
Just incase one of these muggs get chancy
Then you feel tha dukes
Have ya fate knocked and sealed wit scoops
So how it feels to you
Is how every black person will feel from Roots
Alex Haley, eating shallots daily
F Claire and Anna plus Alice played me
and tha powders babied
Shout it loud, tha new WOW is crazy
No Doubts amazing, well use to be
But now that I'm sitting getting blue from green
Like telling them drunk, not soberly
Baby just stay like Jodeci
To get bare necessities, like Mogli
In tha Spur of tha moment, Ginobli
If you McLovin looking Fogle-Y
OH THAT BITCH STRONG, like Rogue to me
A hot 98 minus 4 degrees
Toes, and heads plus shoulders, knees
For tha free eaten 'choes wit kings
Stay in tha Monk-Monk that tha moment brings
and sold to tweens
That end up saying that its cold and freeze
So we roll tha B's
And ain't gotta worry bout no police
Its a spoiled plan
To try to get over on tha royal fam
Pimpin is wild wit a simpler style
Straight Mah Jong wit Emperors Tiles
Emperors Mah-Jong, you can't say
I jump Great Walls just like Dan Way
Spittin something odd
Blackie Chan and tha 8 drunken Gods
No Racist, I mean this
I really don't listen to that chinese shit
Try these kicks
As I pummel yo chest in a Thai knee clinch
Sweet chili wings, or Siamese chicks
I'm eaten both if tha dime, she's thick
Real full like we ate tho
Lookin Kardashian, but she aint Klhoe
So we can't go
And you can't tell us to, like Diego
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Thanks for tha opportune
For this Cornbread thing, had to drop Tha Coon
So I can get this out to tha mass, real fast
To smell ya boy, but it's not perfume
Diagnosed and doctor proved
Guaranteed to make you rock and groove
This is how it feels to sit atop tha moon
Wit things in full swing like we got Babboons
Seamless tha way that he flow nuts
Call me seamstress tha way that I sew up
Aspire to wanna get my doe up
But, talk about materials, so whut
There's better things to do than to roll up
Waking up, just to smell tha aromas
To enlighten ya brain
To change ya course, abide by tha change
Wit no remorse, I do whut I came to do
Spit insane, with a flame or two
And ignite it, so if people try to bit it
To chew this you gonna need a saber tooth
I labor truth, to these babes and dudes
But if you play puss, then tha labe is screwed
Or even consumed when its ate and chewed
So get to know HIM and stay in tune
I relate to school
But out on tha streets never play tha fool
They helped mold me and make me to
A minister of such, that relates to you
So whuts tha business
Live in tha presence like something gifted
And when it comes to this hit
Stay Cooned for more, from tha one that spit this...
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VERSE 1
Ill, is a state of more than just corn in
Where we known to fuck it up more tham a mormon
Remove big bodies wit enormous abortions
Call me a honda cuz I'm going according
To whut I know fuck a Taurus or Porsche then
Mad tree I torch on a porch then
After I pearl wit force I contort them
Going from small bags, to engordging in forest
Then kill tha wack ones while ignoring tha boring
To make niggaz work I'm emplered as a foreman
A strong base has to do more wit ya core than
surviving as a poorman divorcing ya whore when
she shows ya heart straight discourse and just tear it
An animal like a tortoise or porpoise
So do this cuz it's important to forces
And clap ya hands wit ghonoric proportions
HOOK
Nothing can be sweeter than my sweetie, when I meet her, in tha MORNING
Nothing can be finer than tha tasting of vagina when your HORNY
Nothing is embracing, tha lines they're creating cuz they're CORNY
Nothings less attractive, than a rapper spitting wackness cuz he's BORING
VERSE 2
No Originality
These I wanna mimic, gimmick ass independent critics who's civic limits won't
Let's them see past they non-responsability
Enemy, tha energy inside that killin unwilling growth
Those that don't stand act timidly don't have a reality
Or spirtuality, is unbalance within, not liven whole
So they go around proudly, paddling, that in he
Which subconsciously manifests outward, whut he didn't know
So begin at 0, and figure out that YOU shit
Take it from black confusious, also knows as Darknessis
Tha centerfold has everything to do wit
Tha whole not just a piece, No Iron Man Tony Starks in this
Know that you get whut you give
If you a toad, don't jump in tha game of thrones wit Sparticus
Start right, then move and prove it
Will you stand tall Scottie Pip, or get shook Parkensens
HOOK
VERSE 3
Thrill gore delivered, and still whores consider
Tha ILL boy, that makin em Fill (feel) More than Millard
Those without purpose would kill for a sliver
Cuz concealed dormant spitters, steal flows delivered
Thats why I keep it DiGorno, to repeal most pretenders
And to save Bread when that end of year gross is entered
To fear most dilemmas, see it mostly in us
Then that dictated is actually close to penis
Which is close diminished, self-fulfillment prophecy
Within a deeper cortex lays tha illest policies
Take off tha costume, everyday isn't Halloween
And appreciate, without kicking it on Turkey day wit some collard greens
Or one can never accept tha happiness that a dollar brings
Cause you ain't you, Get it? or have you heard of odder things
I'm creating a spell like Harry Potters team
And bring a spark to tha game as if you soldering
HOOK
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ALWAYS VERSE
Shouts out to Shania like ALL THA TIME
Eatin mango and papaya like ALL THA TIME
And chicken in a biscuit like ALL THA TIME
Simple in linguistics you can call me rhymes
Which I do over musicals
That I'll always produce cuz tha tones are beautiful
Always blow L's till I hold butt
And stay mess in wit Louis Rich for his cold cuts
But not physically food
Even tho eating up snacks I consistently do
By tha way, also I would like to say
That I could play Tekken Tag 2 like night and day
Not tryin to clown like Violent J
Just doing tha unfailing, like something that Simon say
And keep you nodding to this
And that dope hit, I forever promise to spit
HOOK
Sometimes when I be spiting a rhyme,
I'm always steady hitting tha pine
But never go raw putting my dick in a dime
If you don't get tha design, then you niggaz is blind
SOMETIMES VERSE
Sometimes I think about whut if I didn't rap
Whut other talents I could've had, or did in fact
And just passed up other opportunities
Instead of soccer foolery, and kept my continuity
I could be speaking Portugese or German fluently
Doing whut I love in either country congruently
Recognizing own power is new to me
Especially when tha mind state ain't how it used to be
It's 50/50 that we all should endeavor
I'm speaking sometimes, between Always and Never
Chillin in tha Sun, fine's tha weather
Add smarts plus arts and take tha sum times whatever
To get a fly guy, not wit feathers
Cuz playin chicken head-to-head, is saying you put cocks together
Not a thought always , just when I'm blazin tha pot
It'll pop in there as an occasional thought
HOOK
NEVER
Lastly you have tha Don't do's, like kissing dirty lips
I'll tell her Nevski's like my name is Dirty Diggs
Will probably never see Liz Hurleys tits
And still refuse to end up with a chick thats surly thick
At lyrical breakfast, there's surely grits
Cuz I won't starve you, and leave you third worldly sick
And I'm not a vegetarian
That keeps an open mind and acts Presbyterian
No fam has showed me more love than Pascederians
To bad we'll never get along like this as just Americans
Cut it out, Uncle Joey born cesarian
Won't find me Robbin hoods, especially with merry men
Seldom do I mug and just stare at them
And rarely Mohrer Les get stuck up in tha glare I'm in
Kill them wit no SIDS
And it ain't babysitting, if they yo kids
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