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Kate Boosh Shit

Heems

Nehru Jackets

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Check it out, yo yo Yeah, cousin, go HAM, go extra-buck Colombian biddies blowing addies on the megabus Family, mommy, heck of us Candy-bodied heffalump, hard-body woozle Gnarleyed marleyed dooza Slang so weeded out fools think I'm stupid Maybe I'm stupid baby, crazy and loop-ed daily Time traveller, whiny addled line straddler Radder by design than other divine cattle-herds Saddle up, city slicker rattle snake necktie Black Cat Bone, John the Cockeroo Do what I gotta do, Macho Man, Brandy Cabbage, uh, not your average, yeeeeah [Verse 2: Heems] Chop the addy with a guitar pick Kicked out of bars quick, bars sick Competition feeling kinda car-sick They forfeit, I'm finna be star quick Heems is scheming in Neiman Marcus Or really its, Aurelius Marcus Taliban like Cam, B, Marcus City full of parks, I'mma get my fucking spark in Ya bars candy, merk ya, circus I run this whole fucking circuit Berserker with this words shit Purpose, burn the shit down on some verse shit Versus Heems swag is on nervous Body language like you nervous Me, I'm burning Ls, son, Pervis Back to my basketball card collection [Verse 3: Despot] They say it ain't tricking, if you ain't a magician To beat this dead stinking horse into submission And staying fed and breaking bread right where he shittin' He's taking bets on who got more reasons for livin' It's the best odds, cause short people ain't winnin' So take this shit as formal permission to quit the bitchin' The tables turned and shifting, there's no place for you to sit in Might turn out you the food once the knife and fork get to stickin' (word) They say it ain't treating if shit ain't sweet and If the kid can't eat, then he go off the deep end Don't sleep he count wolves and all of the sheep's dead Sho 'nuff he see red and run from policemen It's Greedhead I don't know why they crying either Probably got to do with you being a bunch of queefers: pussies Jeepers, he beasting on all the rookies Who got the fucking nerve to complain about how long it took me
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