The Gift of Game
Album - senza data - Debaser id 1335494

(uh)
(come on)
(one-two)
(yeah)
(haha)
(crazytown)

Dancing with the devil on the 13th floor
Non stop knocking on heaven's door
Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered
I'm your puppet master pushin' proper data
Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control
and the problems of the world put your life on hold
You should have known by now that it just don't stop
You like that rock Hip-hop you make me grab my crotch.

CHORUS:
I got a lollipop porn bitch (Dead on arrival)
a hardcore sex bitch turned (suicidal)
(x2)

All caught up now taking my chances playing my song
While the devil dances 'round me beggin' me to play along.
(x2)

Now over the years I've learned to love the pain
I'm what you call a lady-killer with the 'gift of game'
Triple X true that you do dat dat
Let it ride bring it back over 24 tracks
We're gonna rock the fuckin' block tonight
we're gonna rock that shit n' gonna make it right
Diggi, diggi, damn right, we's dynomite
So we can do this or you can do what you like
I grab the mic and make it mine
I grab the mic and make it hype
So we can do this, or you can do what you like.

I got a lollipop porn bitch
a hardcore sex bitch turned suicidal

CHORUS

Riding on the 3rd rail, taking risks, life is risky
The 'E' stands for Epic and the 'S' stands for Shifty
So let the good times roll, there's no controlling us
Walking on water and kicking up dust
The boisterous, causing panic in the land of lust
The shellshock lollipop crazy down to make your body rock
Sugar I love the way your body talks
Now, whoever said that sex was overrated
Love leaves me devastated, life's so fuckin' complicated
Shifty say what?, epic's a beat slut
and I got so many rhymes I can't keep my mouth shut.

and I got so many rhymes I can't keep my mouth shut.

CHORUS

CHORUS:
Now Ladies come, ladies go,
Out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back,
Most come back for more.
I've got a house in the hills
With a door that spins.
Goes in and out,
Out and in,
'Round and 'round again.

I live a life these player haters
Would love to be living.
Since a kid, I've been surrounded
By beautiful women.
And slippen� in them
To win them
The unforgiven.
Still something's missing,
Cuz deep inside I'm suffering
Of a lonely heart condition.
Wishing I could find a girl
That would take me away
From the chaos of the city
And the everday part that I play.
Tell me why lay low,
Why say no
When I got girls serenading at
My window.
Ladies good to go
We�s major league
The new breed. No so-so.
Highly advanced and got the game
To get in any girl�s pants.
And romance her stone
Cuz I more than hold my own
They call me Shifty Capone
I make them moan
Yes, I'm the one.
Between the sheets,
I amaze and stun.
Ain't no need for me to brag
About the way that I'm hung.
Let's just say I got the skills
To get the flyest girl sprung.
Or to take and make
An older lady feel young.

CHORUS

I keep my girls in rotation,
Door rotating.
You looking for a good time,
I'm always on vacation.
You could stop by baby,
If you want to try your luck.
But don't waste my time,
Unless you're down to fuck.
Unless you're coming back for more,
Well then you know what's up.
You know the routine
Girl, you're not the one.
You're just a one night fling.
Some ass to hold this casanova over.
Till the right girl pass,
when the right girl pasts
I'll drop this lifestyle fast.
Cuz what I'm really looking for
Is the one will last
And make my present past.
My adolescence surpassed.
By the will to chill,
I'm looking for something real.
In a world of fake hos in high heels
I'll drop hot wax on your nipples,
Causing trouble.
And when you ride me,
Yo, I'll be throwing up that triple double
My sex drive�s kicking.
I'm sexually exploring.
So many possibilities,
It seems my life could never get boring.
Cuz I'm not fucking around.
I'll rub you down the right way.
I'll rock your world nightly.
So, can I hit it lightly?
Yo, girl, I like it like that.
Let me hit it from the back.
I'm a natural aphrodisiac.
Better known as a Mac.

Chorus

No doubt I'm the one your mama
Warned you about
I'm known for taking ladies home
And turning them out.
Like kissing all the girlies and
Making them cry.
I'm a wise guy with wits
The opposite of shy
Make your girl�s pussy shiver
When she looks in my eyes.
So uh.
One�s for the money,
Two's for the honeys
Three�s for the pimp�s players
And the playboy bunnies.
You best believe I throw down.
Ain't no need to slow down
You name the place and the time.
Find Mr. Shifty at the showdown.
Tearing you up.
That's why all the fly girls
Just can't get enough.
Said I loved you,
And you believed it was true.
That's hilarious.
But your mother should have
Warned you about
Guys like us.

Freak, freak y'all
Yeah, you know what I'm saying.
'Cause players only love you
When we're playing

CHORUS:
Now players only love you
when we're playing.
These women,
They will come
And they will go.
And all you players know just
What I'm saying
It's amazing just how many
Girls we know.

I know it ain't right.
But I don't want to change.
I've got so many dames,
I can't remember their names.
But don't be confused,
'Cause girls are players too.
So, we're going to tell you
About a girl we knew.
She was a pretty rebel.
A punk rock girl.
With a wicked sex drive
And the mind of a devil.
Like Agent 99,
Under cover all the time.
You want another kiss
You better rack another line.
Unique in design,
This freak was kind of fine.
But she's not the only one.
There's plenty of her kind.
Ain't nothing funny baby,
Her game�s so tight,
She can make the sun shine
In the middle of the night.
She knows what she wants
And she gets it when
she wants it.
She knows that you want it
She's got it, so she flaunts it.
So, get up on it.
You know the old saying.
Players only love you
When they're playing.

CHORUS

Only the strong survive
I come alive and hit my mark.
The after dark player caper
Can't lie, I'm on the take.
A heartbreaker tonight.
The ladies call me Mr. Right.
And others call me a freak.
Girl, it's okay if you bite.
Some like it violent.
Mr. Mysterious type
Strong and silent
King player
I cast a hex
Inebriated talk of sex.

(Epic, I'm so into you)

Manipulation
I'm talking triple X rated
Sophisticated,
I'm game to elevate your mind.
An understated flirt
The chemistry�s hot.
You can't deny.
So realize the size of it.
I can see it in your eyes.
I'd love to touch you baby.
And taste the essence of you.

You want to play?
Now, let me hear you scream
Out my name.
Players only love you when
they're playing.

CHORUS

This is the last trip
This is the last trip
CXT K Over Squat
Boogie down
Crazy Town.

Chorus:
I'm a bad as B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero.

I rock the block with glocks and brass knuckles
A Pocket full of weed and a B-boy belt buckle
Space age rage
To rattle your cage
Running amok as we fuck up the stage
Taking hip-hop to a whole new level
8-0-8 bass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel.
Supernatural
A mac with a pull
Act a fool Excalibur
Destroying M.C's with my vocal algebra
We got something new for you, for you to take your ass and move it
Hit to lose it
It's that crazy crew
Talking you on a hide to the other side
Check it
Bar codes on freaks
Programmed to freak mode
Black holes of lost souls
Let the story be told
I rock a B-boys stance
Cuz it's time to explode.

Chorus

If you Ever want to know what time it is, compared to what time it isn't
When you hear KRS in the house just runs and get our ticket
Because when you come into this jam, the party will be kickin'
All the wic Wacs and DJ's in the house jealous it get so sickenin'
Now CXT are some cool guys
Still getting paid without no ties
At least no jack and I can't hack it when you gonna ask the question why
I never liked working at Mickey D's
All my life I got B's and C's
Down with the crew called BDP
Shifty, and E.P.I.C
Now when you be?

Chorus

Put you mind over matter 'gather round the sound
Yeah gather 'round The sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on. Gather 'round the sound.

CHROUS

I roll at light speed through
Space and time with a boom box of beats and a book of rhymes
Cosmo kinetic
I just don't get it
These fools want to rock
But their rhymes are pathetic
The Epic, digital bliss.
The mega sound consists of a hard drive bits
Written under ground
Crazy Town rock so hard, you'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe
I'll Thoughts disperse we're the first and last
High class, white trash
Rolling a classic hover craft
In strong days the wickedest ways
Because the norm but it's far from the norm
When we perform check It
B-boys make some noise
Get connected
Respect it, you should expect the unexpected
B-girl reping at the front of the show. I'm a bad ass b-boy two triple O.

Chorus

Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick drum a bass beat transforms
The level of the street and the lyrics
Boulevard status
Yo, I'm the baddest beach front punks
They insist I'm the raddest thing to hit ever since L.C.D
Hallucinate while I dominate
I bring Satan to table
When I rock, there is not a label for it
Critics adore it
Homicidal as it gets your wrist slit
When I make suicidal imprints on your brain
I induce pain, so I'm insane
Hell bent burnt you like acid rain
Extraordinarily, I lyricize specialize
In body rocking rapping and macking two triple
O, I come to get down with my clique
Crazy Town we came to get down
Yes, yes y'all we come to get down.

Chorus:
Put you mind over matter
Gather 'round the sound yeah 'gather Round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound come on, gather 'round the sound
Put your mind over matter
Gather round the sound yeah gather round the sound
It don't get better 'gather 'round the sound come on gather 'round the sound.

CXT this the last trip.. This is the last trip.

Catch a fire, fire it up.
Corrupt, stirring it up.
It's burning hot, drifting,
Hitting every slot,
With a drop kick, it's toxic.
Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit.
I've lost it.
And that's the only way that we rock shit.
Banging heads and ripping threads.
If I wasn't rocking shows,
I'd be better off dead.
With a one, two.
One word can destroy your whole crew.
And that's toxic.

CHORUS:
Toxic, loud and obnoxious.
Crazy Town�s toxic.
With that, rock your block
Shit.
Toxic, popping more lip.
We love to talk shit.
Rocking your block with that.
Straight out the block shit.
Toxic.

A Buddha, ballistic.
Blacklisted, twist of fate.
My vocal�s fatal.
As naughty block concoctions
Rock your cradle.
I thought I'd wait �til
The timing was right,
To ignite,
Cause people like me
We only come out at night.
I rock the main line
And party with fine bitches.
Which is a dirty job
But somebody's got to do it.
So, who's the crew with?
More hos than vivid.
Lyrics explicit.
So, fuck the critics.
We leave them hanging
Like INXS.

CHORUS

Toxic thresholds of
Colombian gold.
You can't roll how we roll.
We possess your soul
And push the panic.
Is it godly or satanic?
Toxic or organic?
Manic minds refined or frantic.
Just the way we planned it.
See, we be stomping around
The planet.
And we stand alone.
We infiltrate your chromosomes
No clone.
Our DNA has got a strain
Of its own.
And it's toxic.

CHORUS

You know that bitch baby.
He's talking shit about our clique.
But he don't know crazy.
You see the writing on my dick.
You know that trick, Tracey.
Yeah, she's making me sick.
Living that life,
We used to do the same shit.
Shit gets drastic.
Some kids need help.
Some need their ass kicked.
And some will never learn
To earn their own way
Living off their daddy.
Had he not been rich,
They'd be broker than a joke
And forced to switch
You've got to change your tune
Or change your pitch.
Because life ain't easy man,
Life�s a bitch.
Shit is harder than hard
About as hard can get.
Keep on going where you're headed
You's alive to regret it
Yes it hurts
To face the truth.
And realize that the world�s
Got your neck in a noose.
If things ain't like they ought to be
You've got to think fast.
The aftermath
Of your actions whiplash.
I know you all tired of these
Wanna-be thugs claiming they real
Be running, grabbing their steel
Thinking they're going to peel.
My niggas cap.
Roaming the streets with black hats,
Chrome straps.
Sipping on brew
Ready to react
Off any nigga they see.
That nigga could be me.
Capitol I.C.E.
Got a mother fucking .357 To put eleven holes in their chest.
Thinking they could test
A real rider from the west.
I roll flossin�.
Me and my girlfiend Nina Ross and
The ghetto's been good to me
But you've got to take precautions.
Brothers get got when they least
Expect it or neglect it.
You'll never catch the dirty
In the streets without protection.
Nowadays
You got to pull shit.
Haters on some bullshit.
Jumpin� out of cadillacs
And low lows with a full clip.
If your tool spits
Shake the spot or get your duck on.
'Cause if you press your luck on,
Stupid is what you're stuck on.
That girl Sheila got a daughter.
She be clubbing every night.
Sheila had her daughter young.
Still that just ain't right.
Plus she rides the white horse,
She used to ride my pony.
If I hit it now, I'd break it
'Cause Sheila�s just too bony.

Smoking speed released the lions.
I'm not lying.
I'm not sober.
I'm still trying.
Hiding the truth
With substitutes a hundred proof.
A fuck up. Face it.
One of L.A.�s wasted youth.
Label me
As an enemy of the law.
The lost star.
My family�s not too happy
With the trouble that I've caused.
See, we be breaking the law,
Smoking on non-menthols,
Thinking fast so I'm ready
For any all out brawls.
And yo, brothers get your hustle on.
Ballers and get your shit tight.
House parties get shot up.
And turned up before midnight.
Drive-bys and fistfights.
Zig zags and crack pipes.
There's a fifty fifty chance
That tonight will be your last night.

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
Bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
At their best
(X2)

Punk rock, shell toes,
Horns and halos.
Wicked white wings and
And pointed tails.
Devil�s eyes and nine inch nails
Nocturnal renegades.
The eternal drug raid.
I go by the name of
Mr. Shifty switchblade.
Getting paid in the shade,
As lyrics ricochet,
Off the walls
From the ceiling to the floor,
Off the door
And down the hall.
I'm evil like Knievel
Kicking white trash.
Psycho cerebral, palsy, ballsy
Bad ass.
Dressed in black,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Crazy Town.
Yo, we strike like deep impact.

CHORUS:
Why can't you see?
I cannot feel �til you bring
Me down.

Dream lands of danger.
Darkside pleasures
Bad behavior.
Dream lands of danger.
Darkside pleasures
At their best.

My subconscience launches me
Into evil territory.
I'm surrounded by Voyeurs
And crack smoking lawyers.
No shame. Burnt lips,
Tripping on acid rain.
Legally insane, deranged,
Some people never change.

CHORUS

Nasty na na, ha, ha
Darkside marijuana.
Fueled of the drama.
Drifting on the darkside.
I'm the black eye bomber.
Do what I do on a darkside
Rendezvous.
Raising hell, out the shell.
Of fantasies I never tell.
Dispersin� untamed perversion.
My bad brain�s working,
Circle jerking, rocking riddles,
Sex pistol, sexperts
Acting uncivil.

CHORUS

Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby.
Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby,

Such a sexy, sexy, pretty little thing.
Fierce nipple pierce...
You got me sprung with your tongue ring,
And I ain't gonna lie 'cause your loving gets me high.
So, to keep you by my side,
There's nothing that I won't try.
Butterflies in her eyes and the looks to kill...
Time is passing. I'm asking, "Could this be real,"
'Cause I can't sleep. I can't hold still.
The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal I can feel.
Too much is never enough.
You're always there to lift me up
When these times get rough.
I was lost. Now I'm found.
Ever since you've been around...
You're the women that I want,
So, yo, I'm putting it down.

Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby.
Come, my lady.
You're my pretty baby.
I'll make your legs shake.
You make me go crazy.
Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby.
Come, my lady.
You're my pretty baby.
I'll make your legs shake.
You make me go crazy.

I don't deserve you
Unless it's some kind of hidden message
To show me life is precious.
Then I guess it's true.
But to tell the truth, I really never knew 'til I met you.
See, I was lost and confused,
Twisted and used up.
Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it.
My lifestyle's wild.
I was living like a wild child,
Trapped on a short leash,
Parole. The police files...
So, yo, what's happening now?
I see the sun breaking down a few dark clouds
And a vision of you standing out in a crowd. So...

Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby.
Come, my lady.
You're my pretty baby.
I'll make your legs shake.
You make me go crazy.
Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby.
Come, my lady.
You're my pretty baby.
I'll make your legs shake.
You make me go crazy.

Hey, sugar momma, come and dance with me.
The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me.
Whatever tickles your fancy...
Girl, it's me and you like Sid and Nancy.
So sexy, almost evil...
Talk about butterflies in my head.
I used to think that happy endings were only in the books I read,
But you made me feel alive when I was almost dead.
You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase,
And as far as I can see, it don't get better than this.
So, butterfly, here is a song,
And it's sealed with a kiss and a "thank you, miss."

Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
So, come and dance with me.
(Uh-huh, uh-huh.)

Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby.
Come, my lady.
You're my pretty baby.
I'll make your legs shake.
You make me go crazy.
Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby.
Come, my lady.
You're my pretty baby.
I'll make your legs shake.
You make me go crazy.
Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby.
Come, my lady.
You're my pretty baby.
I'll make your legs shake.
You make me go crazy.
Come, my lady.
Come, come, my lady.
You're my butterfly,
Sugar baby.
Come, my lady.
You're my pretty baby.
I'll make your legs shake.
You make me go crazy.

Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
(Uh-huh, uh-huh.)
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.
Come and dance with me.

i get drunk and i stumble to the phone.
and conjure up a bitch to bone
when i'm alone.
fucked up, tore back.
i need to take a piss.
only when i'm drunk,
i sing a song like this.
my grandma and your grandma...
...sittin by the fire.
hold on, turn that beat off.
na, keep it going.
crazy town, yo y'all just not knowin'.
i get drunk and start talking more shit.
and when i got a gun in my hand,
you better get...
...out 'cause my brain
just ain't what it used to be.
forget trying to rationalize,
cover your eyes.
i get...(uh!)...damn i'm drunk
i need a chunk. no better yet.
a hunk of that funk.
i get...(uh!)...damn i'm drunk
i need a chunk. no better yet.
a hunk of that funk.
yeah, i'm good, bad, dope.
i'm freaky fresh.
i make hip-hop fans say "yes, yes".
crazy's comin' thru.
you know we're gonna blow up.
hold up. wait.
i think i'm gonna throw up.
na, false alarm.
i'm getting all the ladies with my cool charm.
when i get drunk,
i might even call my daddy a punk.
yeah, but only when i'm drunk.

CHORUS:
yeah, only when i'm drunk.
only when i'm drunk.
yeah, only when i'm drunk.
it happens only when i'm drunk.
it goes, one for the chronic.
two for the amnesia.
i'm that crazy white boy
with the drinks in the freezer.
bust a one out, two out.
blitz type of rapper
that will get out of your seat
quicker than a car jocker.
sippin' colt forty fever
when i'm coolin' with my people.
got hos in east columbus.
like i'm Billy D. Rico.
'cause i move like i'm smooth.
like i'm harry belafonte.
lookin' for them suckers
that jumped my homey. Le Le.
all up in this bitch
with the gin and tonqueray.
drink like Mr. Wendal.
smoke bud like Dr. Dre.
but that's 'cause i'm old enough
to do that type of shit.
god damn. i gotta piss.
i pass the mic to Mr. Shift.
i get drunk and can't nobody
whoop me.
i'm trippin'
it must be that brew that that i was sippin'
kickin' in.
guess i shouldn't have mixed it with the gin.
'cause when i'm laying on my back,
i can feel the room spin.
one too many, i rekon.
feelin' i got to hurl any second.
want to get up but can't move.
feels like i'm stuck in a groove.
what the fuck was i trying to prove.
i got a knack for downin' four-o's.
all the hos know them doobie bros.
people call me shift
i keep a fifth in my trunk.
i might fuck an ugly bitch,
but only when i'm drunk.

CHORUS
yeah, one two, one two.
only when i'm drunk.

If you got an itch to catch some havoc.
There's mayhem in the plastic.
City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks
Of people like sheep, those with dredlocks
To jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks
A la caf�, Bambatta flashy fashion.
Imagine crashing bashes with bitches
That be bad and wishing for the fame
And recognition.
They're on a mission for self, baby
We're like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep.
We got the beats that are hot.
We're like clinique.
Foundation resonates when I speak.
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hitting, choking up.
You've done it now and woken up.
The giant scientist of hits
That make you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks, waving your fists.
So, if you're catching a fit.
I don't really know but you better scram,
Hurry in a double.

CHORUS:
It goes on
On and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood
Welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop �til the
Mystery�s gone.
I've seen it all, I'll see it again.
I shake a lot of hands
But I don't got a lot of friends.
It goes on. On and on and on.
Hell raising Hollywood,
Welcome to Babylon.

Live from the city of lights.
Sunny days and late nights.
Dope, designer drugs, porn stars
And bar fights.
I drop. Makes the bells rock.
I'm Mr. Shifty Shellshock
Call me the man of the hour
In the land of the lost.
Taking the money and the power.
CXT, we hold our own
All eyes on us.
Crazy rise rain like brimstone,
Kicking up dust.
I grab the mic with a firm hold
In a world of shattered goals,
Pot holes, broke folks and
Bank roll.
Pole position.
Daddy rolling, rolling causing Havoc.
So, ready set.
I'm more than set
Like Morissette, to Maverick
Got a, she's got to have it, habit.
Sick, I leave them stuck.
I'm getting high for a living,
Not giving a fuck.

CHORUS

I'm screaming out the call of the wild.
I'm speaking in tongues.
I am the child of the sun.
The power of one.
I beat the drums
Of the Crazy Town click.
It's the third eye sitting on the tip.
Of the pyramid flipped.
Now I see a little shotty,
Illuminatti front.
Dead bodies in my trunk.
Unraveling the source,
I travel into self.
You gauge my wage
And then you try to debate my wealth.
The consequences linger
And I'm fingering the perpetrators.
Hey yo, my nature was bred
On the cross fader.
It's the 7th house.
Armageddon trudger.
Ready for death,

It's the brimstone slugger.

CHORUS

Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
Words forced fed to your mind trace the source brother, brother
Face the music, don't confuse it for another
Nothing comes close to this
Kiss the sky.
These grands change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes
Ppeople gather round when we kick them go boy
Shifty stick em, ha ha ha stick em
Burning bridges, smoking ism
Losing my religion, shooting the breeze, we got these MC's ass kissing
If you can't take the heat get your ass out the kitchen
I freak it off the wall crammin,' slammin', points of view into your fucking skull bitch
That's why we stick em.

Chorus:
Stick em ha ha ha stick em, ha stick em, ha ha ha
Stick em, ha, ha, ha stick em
Stick em stick em stick em
Stick em ha ha ha stick em, ha stick em, ha ha ha stick em.

Well I tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl
It's called survival, when I drop the stylish into friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates
It shakes like the quakes in Cali
The mystic maharaji
Mission of the kamikoze come back kid
Producer supper status
I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler
So place your bet middler
The rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler
We're sippin on a hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day dawning
Hot like the sun, no time to relax we pack the dooms day gun.

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Call me a drifter, richer when I hit you with the stick em
I'm talking shit, the pit starter a wanted man
The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and I talk a lot of shit because I know a lot of shit
I know, I said I'd quit but I just want another hit
It's madness pimpin like Gladys
The baddest maintainer status that is no question
Releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension
This jabber jaw's jaws are slapping
We's what's happening
The bones are breaking and fingers snapping
The pressure is on with non stop action whether banging your head or steady maxing.

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