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Talkin' and, you know, the crazy part is We're all drinkin' out here in the galaxy, hahahaha Ayy, yo Uh, ayy, yo, straight off the cuff I came to fuck your mom, no bluff My flow tough like elephant skin My knight takes your queen What a elegant pair, me and my brethren Wrappin' up 2097, jump on the MPC I program to a ProTools like a fuckin' NPC 'Cause I rhyme greater Skinny motherfucker like Lupin the Third Jump on the track, homie, that's my word Peep the section, only shoot in one direction And smoke a blunt down 9-1-7 One, six, zero, four, nine, three, eleven And you can get lost in hip-hop perfеction Dapper down in tight shit when I write shit Show my lyrics to a nun and shе might shit bricks The type to give a addict they fix I'm the modern day Abbott in this bitch Fuck a Costello, know Doc D never mellow Rippin' through the galaxy, tell me who bad as me Step to me, I get charged with assault and battery Dog shit on the greatest alive, I'm the latter B SongtexteWhat a catastrophe, you steppin' to me, then peep the weaponry 'Fore I defeat your ass like leprosy, you punk bitch 2097, we're here Number one on the charts for thirty-seven weeks in a row It's your boy, the one and only, Buck Naked, and Kyle Yo, understand, yo, not playin' this year Goofy motherfucker, fall back to the rear Get that bullshit out the atmosphere Settin' shit off, that's the reason we here Legacy raps, Doc D on the track Hennessy splash, somethin' thick on my lap Black Air Force, stash spot with the cash It's the rap pack, stack Gs like rap Fuck a microphone, I'm on the war path Pussy-foot niggas want beef, where ya at? More action, more excitement, more everything The phones are lighting up here at Cosmos Radio, along with the entire universe You are turned in with the greatest hosts in the galaxy DJ Buck Naked and Kyle Well, it seems Doctor Destruction is on yet another planetory rampage Isn't that right Kyle? He sure is, Buck, the year 2097 has been a eventful one so far And this maniac just won't stop terrorizing the galaxy I couldn't agree more, but you know what? Let's at least give the people a soundtrack to their inevitable destruction Now, you got a corpse in the car, minus a head in the garage Take me to it A please would be nice Come again? I said, "A please would be nice" Get it straight, buster, I'm not here to say please I'm here to tell you what to do And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess You better fuckin' do it and do it quick I'm here to help, if my help's not appreciated Best of luck, gentlemen No, no, no, Mister Wolfe, it ain't like that Your help is definitely appreciated Mister Wolfe, listen, I don't mean disrespect Okay, I respect you I just don't like people Barkin' orders at me, that's all If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor I think fast, I talk fast And I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this So, pretty please, with sugar on top Clean the fuckin' car Aus Songtexte Mania