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Ahahahahahaha... Yes... the masha's back (well alright!) And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop to rock, keep on Yeah, and you don't stop Yo I'm back in this shit, I'm back in it to win it So check it as I spin it, yo [TMD] Beware beware, as the T starts to step up I kick shit like a soccer player just to keep my wreck up The double decker, Treemania is what I'm causin Mass hysteria so beware in your area For it's slick, can ya feel it and flip it and like Whip It Like Devo, pull stunts like Kenievel It's evil, when you see a brother like in action The Masha, rippin shit up, cause I'm Taxin Then askin, questions later the innovator The Total Mic Devestator just call me the motivator And get down, to my mad ass rhythm section Then check the diction, cause rhymes cause friction When I flex, holds more words than a rolodex Good like Chex, crazy fly like a Rolex So umm whatever you call it no time to stall it Aiyyo, you best to like haul it and beware of The Masha Chorus: The Masha, the Masha (repeat 4X) [TMD] Yeah, yeah, yo check it out I gives a damn like Uncle Sam, won't sweat ya like Spam But if ya try to flip, Kool Al tell him who I am (Len Robertson) yeah, you know umm, the mic scandal I gets nuff props, crazy plaques on my mantle My rhymes, they soothe, comfy like a sandal And plus, I goes the long mile as if a camel Uh-huh, uh, the funky rhyme kicker can you dig it And I could give a damn about a racist or a bigot So swing it to KKK and all you phonies I mash on that ass so bump my tape like in your Sony No baloney, the rhyme style kid, is back to wreck it Mic check it, so you best to like respect it Sloppy hip-hop, your definition Flippin them styles, and stompin niggas asses that be dissin And then we're out of there, gone fishin I swear, so suckaz beware, yeah, of The Masha Chorus [TMD] Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo bring that beat, bring that beat back check it, check it When I step in the arena, hookers fiend ta See the Tza wax like Pledge, then shake my funky dreads On the freestyle, (shiiiiit) rip the topic And just like padlocks, the master has to lock it on up Like the nappy fros that I sport And niggas musta thought that the master took shorts But, give me a cartoon, a comic that's a funny Cuz I can give a shit how ya feel like Al Bundy (ewwwww) But yet I hits the spot like a sundae on a Tuesday But trick ass niggas, they can't fool me But check it, I gots more cents than four quarters A dollar, make all the tramps scream and holler As I vic em (hoo, hah, T stick em) Yo pass the mic cause jackasses I'ma kick em Dead in they chin and leave a snaggletooth grin And then, hop in the Ac and take a spin with The Masha Chorus [TMD] Aiyyo, last but not least ya can't convict like Gotti Back again ta spin that looney kid rocks the party So all aboard my train or git soaked like sponges By the rowdy, rough riff-raff up out the dungeon The Lab, I peel suckaz off like scabs And leave shit bloody, as if Maxi-Pads Moms and dads, close friends and all cousins I'm out to fly heads, and the nigga ain't buggin So watch ya step or stay pep like a rally Cuz I can shake it, like Andre is up in Cali The Valley, but don't shake a nigga with a fork As I guzzle a quart, to Freak the Tales like $hort With pleasure, then clock crazy dough like a beggar Ya lag, ya lose, but betcha ass I won't let up Gutter sniper get outta pocket with the piper I swear, I'm back, so beware Chorus (continues until fades)
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