Industry check to mac, and wanna fuck me I kick against control untamed like wild pony Stay lonely like tony, attract like coney island My style man, don`t take no master, flasher Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock I sport more techniques confidential than fort knox Sort of tool - glock - automatic on the static Synthetic - plastic ?- you stay ready with the cascet I make a style, now a freak wants to try it It`s crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cher I crush mc jaws who oughtta be chandelier And drop the ltter - on the quitter The survival-rival gets stranger Much fitter Worldwide you get served like stinky cheese More power than a sexual intercourse So mc`s please ! Brothers amaze - keep `em all in a shock With the wild funk blaze Good grief
One metre for your judgment now, as I give to mount now Step by step now, where your rap now I charge the spirit like a wes craven People under my stairs wanna steal like raven Black with breaks wanna croak when spoken to Some shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin` too The rhyme enforcer, rhythm corsair Hit the heart with force, well of course oh ! Don`t make me that lip lip Like he thought that he could I frown on bullshit like my name`s clint eastwood You do with fronts, stunts `n poses I receive you to my jungle Like my call was guns `n roses I blow the sound, you check the phone You gotz to be down, and be like charlie brown Saying good grief Incoming search terms:
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