| I got the see no evil steelo, yet I speak it
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| And chuba tweak it for ya ear-hole
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| We lobe licking these women, kiss em in the neck
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| Swimming in the linen, what I’m spitting is sex
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| The one to do it for the heads that know
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| You ain’t with it then I guess that’s so
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| Show beginners how to stretch that flow
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| Let it go then, zone into no mans land
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| With a 100 mad nomads in Conan stance
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| Wicked and with chick’s thicker than Pinky
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| Dipping the last bit
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| Swipe through the bag then I’m licking my pinky
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| Looking like a pimp from the 60's
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| Ya mother might know me as Skits V with Dick deep in her
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| Deuce Bigalow Male kill a ho quicker
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| Better check ya room before ya rest that head
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| Ya never know what’s underneath that bed
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| Get what I’m saying?
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| We pick it up right where we take off
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| This is what nightmares are made of
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| We double the price when it’s payed off
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| This is what nightmares are made of
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| And now they wanna see the story end
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| You know I’ll always be the one to set a gory trend
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| They shouldn’t worry why I’m winning, They should worry when
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| You can tell I’m hella comfy in the skin I’m in
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| Switch to infrared vision when I skin a man
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| Cause when I get underneath it
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| Ain’t a figure of speech
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| And I don’t cheat or choose a wife
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| I’m tryna be the first rapper with his own Fela Kuti tribe
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| So do or die I double dare ya, I don’t need a clown suit to scare ya
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| I might even spare ya
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| Who got the grey goose rocking with the grape juice
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| Who got a bad chick sucking with the braid look
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| It’s the same crook just a little wiser, the bad man
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| Sad man behind blue eye’s a Super villain chilling with his cape off
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| Better switch the tape off
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| This is what nightmares are made of
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| We pick it up right where we take off
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| This is what nightmares are made of
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| We double the price when it’s payed off
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| This is what nightmares are made of |