作词 : Dimant, Schrody Baby, because(I say, "Lord, have mercy") This is for all you dirty ************es out there Suck up on this mother******' nuts(I say, "Lord, have mercy") Say stop! Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's goin' down I'm everlastin', forever on a roll I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' gray matter tone I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can graft this Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny MathisOn some smooth ************t, I'd be gaming all the honeys Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies Check the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading Doone************ury See me after dark, love, ************t be getting scary I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start stroking your palm Work my way up your arm, start kissing your ear Maybe, licking your lips, then pulling your hair Yeah, I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm And if my legs cramp, girl, I lick that stamp I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no worries Hold up, wait a second, my vision's gettin' blurry Stop, hey, what's that smell Someone laced dust all up in my L************es start sweatin' once the pockets swell Let's take it back fourteen billion cells Periodic measures to say my rhymes Too much of this **** need growth-type slow Off a poet's tree, let me blow my leaves Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves Break a branchling wist stick Lyrics for the mystical Yo fancy, shake your chancy Our transystem is torn MCsI hymn-zen, then I'm casualies Pot smoke-seeds, relativities Seize it, I be on every first ability Of chaos, a higher form of infinity Gettin' me virtually supreme IDReflectors and tackers At which my faster phrased words Super-lax, break raps and MCs jump off wacks Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt I work for Real Bill Divine, it's lyrical chill I say, "Stop", hey, what's that smell? Someone laced dust all up in my L************es start sweatin' when the pockets swell Let's take it back fourteen billion cells Stop, hey, what's that smell? Someone laced dust all up in my L************es start sweatin' when the pockets swell Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
作词 : Dimant, Schrody Baby, because(I say, "Lord, have mercy") This is for all you dirty ************es out there Suck up on this mother******' nuts(I say, "Lord, have mercy") Say stop! Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's goin' down I'm everlastin', forever on a roll I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' gray matter tone I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can graft this Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny MathisOn some smooth ************t, I'd be gaming all the honeys Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies Check the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading Doone************ury See me after dark, love, ************t be getting scary I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start stroking your palm Work my way up your arm, start kissing your ear Maybe, licking your lips, then pulling your hair Yeah, I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm And if my legs cramp, girl, I lick that stamp I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no worries Hold up, wait a second, my vision's gettin' blurry Stop, hey, what's that smell Someone laced dust all up in my L************es start sweatin' once the pockets swell Let's take it back fourteen billion cells Periodic measures to say my rhymes Too much of this **** need growth-type slow Off a poet's tree, let me blow my leaves Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves Break a branchling wist stick Lyrics for the mystical Yo fancy, shake your chancy Our transystem is torn MCsI hymn-zen, then I'm casualies Pot smoke-seeds, relativities Seize it, I be on every first ability Of chaos, a higher form of infinity Gettin' me virtually supreme IDReflectors and tackers At which my faster phrased words Super-lax, break raps and MCs jump off wacks Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt I work for Real Bill Divine, it's lyrical chill I say, "Stop", hey, what's that smell? Someone laced dust all up in my L************es start sweatin' when the pockets swell Let's take it back fourteen billion cells Stop, hey, what's that smell? Someone laced dust all up in my L************es start sweatin' when the pockets swell Let's take it back fourteen billion cells
