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Coolzey
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Wire Mother vs Cloth Mother
If I'm really gonna make my money off rap I gotta snap Not like I really give a crap But apparently I gotta get this sap for my pancakes A man makes a million mistakes I am a hypocrite but so are you So go jump in a lake One thing I can say is that I am not a fake For christ's sake My take on a show is low But I know and you know That rap music isn't where you make your dough You blow drugs and act thug I think you suck I can see you in the bathroom with your rubber duck Playing with the suds We could have been buds but you took me for granted Thought I had me some white guilt Sorry B you got it slanted Your only advantage is your bull-headed stubbornness Go ahead and stick to the old While I find new ways to govern this I'm loving this job Ha ha that's a macabre mantra I come with twisted pleasures like the tantra My garnish is cilantro El Santo de la ridiculez Coming with wickedness for chicken heads and whoever the hell else wanna show up It might blow up Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I mean some shit we just throw up
And that's how we do it on fight night I'm only spitting at the mic with some shit my hand might write Chinaski told me only to do it when there's a passion But who asked him? I love him but my river's flowing passed him I'm not concerned with whether or not I outlast him or her I'm kinda down with whatever might occur Might sight'll blur and my tinnitus will keep ringing But my man Gene Kelly and me We keep singing and playing baseball in the rain to stay sane Because this world is full of zombies and they all want my brain so they can eat it and I ain't into being mistreated You try to kick that demon outta your house but you still feed it You don't need it Tell it to beat it and scram Pack up his little shit and scurry back to the man and his surrogate mother who's made of metal and wire and has no milk to give him eventually he'll expire
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