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  • We were born in the seventies
  • The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
  • Were filling taste great
  • In the old school I was eight
  • Fot the new school I was late
  • But in high school I was debate
  • I rate in the great state of california
  • Im warning ya
  • Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!
  • I kick nonsense in french tasty like crepe suzette
  • I bet you gonna wanna try this but it takes niceness
  • I like a beat thats unique and I like my head zooming
  • And in my continental you know that shits booming
  • With the diamond int eh back suicide doors
  • You can look from here to eternity
  • And never receive your morsel.
  • Another tale of ordinary madness
  • The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
  • All I really wanna is to feel nirvana
  • Wont you take me tonight and we just might find
  • A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
  • Your toung lickin up my tounge
  • Your radio pickin up a smokey jazz love song
  • Madness becomes you even though your
  • Livin life its hard to exist when youre tempted
  • By flesh you wanna bust through
  • Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
  • She bends and suspends and her ass
  • Is a marvelous thing
  • A dance dancin at a club the hereafter
  • Who cant really dance but that doesnt really matter
  • And she wont hear applause
  • Cus your drunk and lost
  • All light is gone
  • Your arms spread like a cross
  • And youre dreaming that the world
  • Will soon fall apart
  • Topless firl in your gaze
  • Which is hazy
  • Takes your dollar
  • In the gutter without cigarettes
  • Or wine your hungover
  • I was warned of your normal
  • Behaviour and felt
  • My life was too short to
  • Consider your wack self
  • Its like this when you dip down
  • And you are boxin
  • Reeling against the ropes and you
  • Face some young mexican
  • Your scrappin your kneck gets
  • Snapped back your eyes have bled
  • Your thinking about a comeback
  • But your takin it to the head
  • You little bastard
  • Better watch you back
  • Cuz were after
  • Your punk ass by God were gonna jack it
  • Youre played out and small time
  • And your show is over
  • Youre bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
  • And your older ho bag sceezer
  • In her droopy saggy skin
  • Who thoughtshe was a model
  • But in truth a never-has-been
  • Ill slap that witch as if I were her pimp
  • And my crew will attest to her fradulence

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