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I want the yen in the envelope, cookies from the girl scout Them is whipped, spread wings, bring them furs out Chew my food, spit it out into a bird's mouth It's only one and I'm already on the 3rd house Baby seizing upper side 'cause I don't wanna make it hot 'Cause if they pull me over, doggie, then I'm splitting like a fox Into the forest, hide behind the trees, lit the orange I got your honor under the armpit, I take the charges Red roses, lay in wood boxes often Park the ten porches outside the good doctor's office Turn my head, cough 'cause I'm smoking on a dead corpse Leave you sleeping next to a head horse Spark the rose mary, I saw the pussy and it's so heavy Take the leather out the closet like a known fairy I fuck it but I won't marry They catch me all over the map, getting throwed deadly Yo, straight out the garage, al bundy with no horse or carriage Straight out the paratroopers parachuting over paris Straight out the charismatic, charisma I call that vision, been ridden by a thick one, divorce and marriage Beautiful view from out the terrace While I was out recruiting the crew, another tail from the careless Side of pocket, caught her staring, then knocked it out the park Roger merris, I shoot the fair warn, I shoot the sheriff Not a dollar more and not a dollar less SongtexteFucking any day or time of night Call her up, call me jimmi walker dynamite The city stalker with a violent life, silent knife Uptown of scaper, this ain't harlem, this is solemn nights A little crazy, he became a nuisance Making moves up out the west and got it off without a blueprint The money talking shit, keep it stirring I'm 20-20 from my past life and live it reoccurring Mad man, I rip up stages Specialized in removing lips from faces Type of animal only exist in cages Boy, I traveled over seven seas to distant places To retrieve exotic pets, karate chop the nipple of your chest Ring the alarm, this is not a test Kashmir sweaters made for golfing Looting a coffin, high enough to communicate with a dolphin Moron olympics, toss midgets like a discus Sweat some stitch but ralph lipchitz Spiff lit, instantly I cook like this quick Pump room rocking, I'm a bad brain misfit Laughing while I'm dipping dash and glock weapons Big bully, foot grass, snuck on rap, I'm hot stepping with aggression The minute that you drifting is direction Bubble like indigestion on a rhythm section Stealing the coffin, mums in the garage Aus Songtexte Mania