Yo, want to be Kool A.D.? No no no no no Just be like you man Quincy Jo-Jo - Jones in 4:4 Signatures, literature Doot doo! Ligature - get it or knot I don't want to edit a lot I said it, it's hot Give me a sedative, stop It's getting repetitive Dead it, never mind let me mess with it Text messages, sex breasteses Mexicans, Africans, Americans African-Americans Born Jamericans, very, very high Theremin, seraphim, terrapin slow Where the pin go? Ask the weatherman Where the wind blow? Or blow the endo out the window See where did it go I don't know
Cold brews, cold Kool, show prove Who told you to roll through? Run your ProTools Slow fools Go to school and drop out, walk out Everything's a cop out Yo, I am no Gandhi, I am no nazi High and low, l'chaim I am the floor, mop me Stop me Jim Carrey but more hairy Marry me Verily, verily, merrily, merrily Life is but a Creamsicle, a clean nickel Will get you a mean tickle, the dream Is to ream lickle teen chickles And get the green, no pickle for shickle Stack pancakes Mike Bickle Whether steady rain or light trickle I type riddles for giggles on ditties for kiddies And doggies, puppies, hipsters, blipsters Spicsters, puppies, buppies, wifeys, hubbies Skinnies, tubbies, bubbies, buddies Criminal types, liminal lives, literal wives Kiddies with knives
Biddy by, biddy by by by Biddy by by by, by by by bye, hi, hi, hi!
It's me again, see me friend? Regular Bob Creeley easy tens eyecloptical soccer ball Kickin' it type, living the life Gimme the light Russian living room, Washington Heights Bonet chick, financial district Telegu man (???) Semi-realistic, semi-impressionistic dipshit Sickest spic at the picnic Mating ritual machine elliptical Kick a few bars, then I ghost Kick a few bars and then I ghost