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Put your hands up if you feel like you a salamander Me, me, me You ain't no human, you a salamander Put your hands up if you feel like You a motherfucking form of energy You ain't even, these electrons These bones just keeping it all together We full of spirits, look American born, welcome to my stomping grounds In point breeze, where I used to walk around my father's house Older brother used to always say I was adopted Convinced I'm a Russian foster child my family forgot about Curious taller, such imagination Didn't had the patience to be top of the class at my graduation Little pervert infatuated with masturbation Couldn't wait to bust a nut, watch some porn and love the sluts Rusty tempers and such, disgusting sleezy shit 12 years old sexual deviant, got my penis licked in 7th grade Thought I was a man now, Couldn't understand how my parents still thought I was a little kid I had the mind of a 109 year old elder man The passion of the Christ and the memory of an elephant Used to wander all bout heaven and hell Witnessed death at a young age I said to myself, we all mortals SongtexteWe leave this world into eternal life Other kids of different religion wonder which person's right Worry bout your fate, no separation of church and state You be good, never break the law, you'll see the pearly gates Fuck feeling soft, back to the diabolical Binocular couldn't see my skills, I'm way too I'll for that I feel my raps will be underrated and underappreciated Until I pow, blow my brains out I need to stop paying attention to opinion shit I rather be the pen that come and sign your death certificate Kill your career if you give me a year The x factor, whip my dick out, give Britney the spear Got some shit for your ears, it's something to be excited about Here to give you industry critics some shit to write about Me or you, who got the nicer house You got a daughter of age, might have to pipe her now If sean price is mike Tyson now I might as well turn my life around And check these fools like nike town But what would have happen if mike would never bite em out I was blind, but I'm seeing like a psychic now I know the future like Atlanta I knock it out the park like my name was joey randa Ball like Miguel cabrerra or Garcia paris Saw the French Riviera in my camera panorama This radiation, sample the gamma I look like money whillie whips looks like a panda Word, sinister, administer bits of comic life You bullshit homie, go and get your economics right How many emcees wanna come and test me My technique, weaving through this traffic on my jet ski I know that looks can be deceiving and my raps are so friendly, ah they're so nice Yeah my raps are so friendly, so polite How many emcees wanna come and test me My technique, weaving through this traffic on my jet ski I know that looks can be deceiving and my raps are so friendly, ah they're so nice Yeah my raps are so friendly, so polite Aus Songtexte Mania