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I donât just shine, I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend to date. I need an ice-cold chick, not just any babe, but if life throws you lemons make lemonade. âGhettosocks is the illestâ tagged in the girlsâ bathroom by your main-squeeze after I killed it.
Yo homie, pay attention âcause I got something clever to say (on point like every letter was âAâ) when Iâm on stage kids reconsider their fate, and make changes on the spot to be better and great. Count Sockula Esquire got grand imperial boom in your mouth like a cereal spoon. Yea I used to know serious goons who would get coked-up and go nuts like Dennis Leary would do. As a younginâ I would make missions over to Hull where I saw a guy double-bottled over his skull. Split cheap pitchers, kept pounding âem out spending all the spare change that we found in the couch. Word - Iâd play the wall and straight spy on chicks (that weird rap dude on some âscience shitâ) âjust drink âem prettyâ was the line Iâd get from the older cats - back then I was sick.
I donât just shine, I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend to date. I need an ice-cold chick, not just any babe, but if life throws you lemons make lemonade. âGhettosocks is the illestâ tagged in the girlsâ bathroom by your main-squeeze after I killed it.
I work magic in my purple glasses, rockinâ âem lens-free since I first hit classes. If I drop a hot, your sisterâs purse is ashes when I flip that 16 for the Turbo Graphics. Got the G5 MacBook Pro with new speakers, upped the limit on the Mastercard and new Visa, got the keys to your baby mamaâs two-seater, plus a fine-arts degree up the sleeve, but who needs it? When your gameâs this tight they pay for the flights, edimame, the nigiri, every grain of the rice. What youâre paying for that gear ainât the same as the price as what I get it for laying waste to the mic. As day turns to night Iâm getting tight with your ex. My nameâs in the lights âcause Iâm nice with the text, eventhough they spelled it wrong (like with an âXâ,) Iâm laughing âcause they spelled that shit right on the cheque, ha.
I donât just shine, I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend to date. I need an ice-cold chick, not just any babe, but if life throws you lemons make lemonade. âGhettosocks is the illestâ tagged in the girlsâ bathroom by your main-squeeze after I killed it.
On the neigbourhood corner is a kid to kick a funky rhyme, with any type of backing track today itâs not country time. The world is mine just like I own the map, tour de force, four sides, microphone, phonograph. Write a poem, show the rap, light is shone upon the back of an omen itâs over half and is known as a glass - open that... and then turn your cans down, stupid itâs not def and you canât hear a damn sound. My manâll lounge and watch your finished hook begin to fail while I chill and cut some records like Guiness Book finger nails. It isnât stale or a Minute Maid when I spin the plate, and sit and wait while you disintegrate in the shade of pink - or more likely yellow, that cooleshing drink from an unsightly fellow with greased elbows - concentrate I hold the seconds. Amateurs get chained by their own hung gold records and
I donât just shine, I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend to date. I need an ice-cold chick, not just any babe, but if life throws you lemons make lemonade. âAlpha Flight is the illestâ tagged in the girlsâ bathroom by your main-squeeze after I killed it.
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