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It's
As you may have
To the fat one and let the thunder burn
It's okay, to play this
Mr DJ, don't mean to you down

I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up like a
in the market, now I cannot it
Oh mami, oh papi, why they me?
Messin up my creativity with all this
so now I'm gin-and-seng
Anything to mess with my concentration with
of invasion, from on the nation
to get with my
Cos I'm about to into some funky ish
Can you get this?
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
They ask me if I'm nasty, ask me, they bet me too
Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock suck cocks
Osh Miss iss oh shit
I mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then split it
into a 20 sack, and be back
wit my boy Craig Mack that, ugh!

[Craig
Don't sweat me
This jam needs a frontin MC, leave shakin in the ground
Here come the bumpenin
Worth more than the coke that sellin by the pound
I walk the street Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a life
Down with Sista, it's the MC twister
Mackalicious boy I'll pop you a blister
Craig Mack's a Jedi Knight The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my like dental floss
So back up and don't me down
Boo docks on locks, fat boys the home town
And you can get the balls that
wicked like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get in forth off the back


Oh if, I could sucker-suckertash
When I farts I poops from my ass
Cos If You Think Lonely Now
like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I a beady
I feel, the need to the weedy
Oh big daddy, is you ready
to slurp me in your like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my dealer
fo' reala, I some Miller, ugh
Look up in the sky ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm for certy
Black eyed peas, all in my like fleas
Oh we's panties
All in my
My amplifier's on the light, Kotter Welcome Back