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*sniff sniff* smells like bacon
i got a hackerin for some west coast spankin
living rhymes, passin the time, two turntables and a lil flo of mine
catch you out in my bushes spyin,
up my skirt i hear your dyin, tryin, wanna get a job hope your hirin
veda your words are true,
i dont know how you do the things you do
matchin words up like the poo on a shoe.
all your missing is a chorus and a hook
your shook, all i wanna do is rent that ass like a book
planes going down, you say your not in a gown?
NAKED, gonna send some mail fed exin,
knock on your front door i got a lot more
one more time im gonna show you more!
cockin, lockin, straight up poppin
spend the evenings in a locked up coffin
no one wants to die, no one really tries
live the life that you want to get by
prehistoric like the dinosaurs,
its an eye sore, movin along like a tyranasaur
find the bones in the ground, theres a lot to burn down
one more bowl and im gonna be BLOWN
smoke the weed puff puff pass, all i wanna do is spank that ass
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