To send my rhymes out to all the nations. I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle. I just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's.
I'll pass the mic to D, for a fist full of truth. All the ladies in the house. Smooth like butter, pure like ghee. It's so free, this kind of feeling. I'm God and the Lord forgives. Car ThiefSome static started in the pool hall. There goes my skirt dropping to my feet lyrics. 'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps (nah). The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast. Got to spread love before the world goes pop. And you're just like Ginger, we know. Ask how is this different from segregation, that's funny bro. I take a foe out (yeah), like fee-fi-fum.
I won't say that life's a bitch and then you die. But really I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes. Such a wide range of emotions. There goes my skirt dropping to my feet lyrics.com. Use real rock beats, show off big toys. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. Now I'm so bougie that I stick out my pinkie every time I drink tea. You better unsuck it, you snuck in the crib and tried to jump under the covers again. And you were standing there looking all lovely and everything. We can't ignore now that we saw.
The high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter. Just don't go too far, but go cray. Left my man standing with an egg mustache. I'd rather share ya than to not have you at all. We're the b-boys, we don't regret. Rest of these youngins of mine. 'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked. So don't start to flex up in the discotheque. There goes my skirt dropping to my feet lyrics video. Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song. Gotta, gotta, gotta get down Mix Master, cut faster Mix Master, cut-cut, cut faster All top secret and classified ('fied) I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified (woo-wee! ) On the checkin' at the party on the Forty Deuce.
We're the nonstop disco powerpack. 'Cause I feed off of it. New or faded, we want 'em tight. Not like the crack that you put in a pipe. I won't topple and I'm giving it to anyone. You know I'm goddamn stupid. Now they call me "Butterfingers" (they call me "Butter fingers").
I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit. Talking lots of shit, a little tweaking on the weekend (what? I've got the custom-made boots with the spikey things. Make sure it's all there (yeah). Yeah Son - All That's stress can equal none. So Mike D (that's me), c'mon and get some. You catch a bad one. I once was lost, but now I'm found. It's time to murder you now, sike, leave me. And Viagra with side effects, I might end up growing spiderwebs. I don't hear no sound, I should get ready for the show now. To join your ranks, I make my full-time task. My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to. I'm so-so innovative, po-po went away, I roll over 'em and make bacon.
But my drive's secure like an army base. You're letting him fiddle with your clitoris. First of all, get off the wall. Gonna, gonna, gonna, ahh, yeah. Girl, you're a ten, so here I am (yeah). Beastie beef is now served for dinner. Through the tall grass, run your ass off (yeah). I like you, just don't take me for no stupid ass.
I-I-I-I-I go wooooo like a fire engine.
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