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We were born in the seventiesThe rippin and rhyming and brethren seeWe're filling taste greatIn the old school I was eightFot the new school I was lateBut in high school I was debateI rate in the great state of californiaI'm warning yaJe vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!I kick nonsense in french tasty like crepe suzetteI bet you gonna wanna try this but it takes nicenessI like a beat that's unique and I like my head zoomingAnd in my continental you know that shit's boomingWith the diamond int eh back suicide doorsYou can look from here to eternityAnd never receive your morsel.Another tale of ordinary madnessThe girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless sayAll I really wanna is to feel nirvanaWon't you take me tonight and we just might findA bottle of wine and feel our nasty natureYour toung lickin' up my toungeYour radio pickin' up a smokey jazz love songMadness becomes you even though yourLivin' life it's hard to exist when you're temptedBy flesh you wanna bust throughBeautiful legs in the bar there is poetryShe bends and suspends
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and her assIs a marvelous thingA dance dancin' at a club the hereafterWho can't really dance but that doesn't really matterAnd she won't hear applauseCus your drunk and lostAll light is goneYour arms spread like a crossAnd you're dreaming that the worldWill soon fall apartTopless firl in your gazeWhich is hazyTakes your dollarIn the gutter without cigarettesOr wine your hungoverI was warned of your normalBehaviour and feltMy life was too short toConsider your wack selfIt's like this when you dip downAnd you are boxin'Reeling against the ropes and youFace some young mexicanYour scrappin' your kneck getsSnapped back your eyes have bledYour thinking' about a comebackBut your takin' it to the headYou little bastardBetter watch you backCuz we're afterYour punk ass by God we're gonna jack itYou're played out and small timeAnd your show is overYou're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf cloverAnd your older ho bag sceezerIn her droopy saggy skinWho thoughtshe was a modelBut in truth a never-has-beenI'll slap that witch as if I were her pimpAnd my crew will attest to her fradulence

Writer(s): Nicholas Lofton Hexum, Douglas Vincent Martinez, Timothy Jerome Mahoney, Chad Ronald Sexton
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