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I shifty like marbles on feet. I say hi to your sister. Drink beer like woman shop, ILLWIL brought the hip and hop. my rimes like Rubiks cube. You try hard but I to smart. Oh no. you say I copy ILLMITCH. I eat turnips to that. I original and extra crispy. he give turkey. no herbs and spices. |
Money is Pain |
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(Chorus:) Cant carry my cash no more Cant be wearin my flash no more cause when it comes down to it aint no way im goin through it every girl I attract is a whore (Solo One:) Workin all day, leaves little time for play whether its June, May, Fall or twice on Sunday though I get paid like the best, I still stress like the rest so only top bitches can come to my par-tay So hear it when I tell ya... that your fake titty-tatas cant be rubbin in my face cause you're such a disgrace to that boy, pimply faced your only high school date teeth all covered in brace who followed your every trace your most likely of fates till you got the surgery and oh so suddenly, miss popularity (beet) avoiding poor ol Larry whose face is buried in a pillow of down while your out on the town sippin on coke and crown while an old man goes down on your vertical frown So hear it when I tell ya... (Chorus:) Cant carry my cash no more Cant be wearin my flash no more cause when it comes down to it aint no way im goin through it every girl I attract is a whore |
Mein Traum Frau |
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Mein Traum Frau wurdt fur mich backen. Sie wurdt auch fur mich singen. Sie wurdt die Klavier unterrichten mir zu spiel, end ob sie wusst nicht wie die Klavier su spiel, dann wir wurden zusammen lernen. Sie musst patience haben. Sie wurdt schon Haar und schon Augen haben. Sie musst Sporten gefallt. Beide zu fehrnsehen und spielen. Sie musst klug und komisch sein. Dann und wann, sie wurde krank bekommen, so ich wurde fur sie sorgen. |
Shoot It, Dang |
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I am not angry, just pissed on. I do not intend you to hurt, but if I do, you know, no hard feelings. (Chrorus): I cannot stand what you do to me you are hard to smile make. The deal? Yo. I do not understand what you speak at me Can I your flower yet take? The deal? Yo. (Vers 2): It is not like I brake mirror and stuff, Shoot it, that is what I do last week. I tear you with my claws in hunger, much like bear with no teeth (Chrorus): I cannot stand what you do to me you are hard to smile make. The deal? Yo. I do not understand what you speak at me Can I your flower yet take? The deal? Yo. I in line here, why you skip me. Shoot it. O.K. then, my bread will taste better. |