Son Of Sam! Can he do what he do? Can he do what he do?
Feel of the way that I’m holdin my rappin apparatus If I was up to it they’d be mad at us It’s like a natural attraction, the back of the boner package Look at they ass, it’s throwin that at us My raps stops the innocence I might usually say the sick skin that they showin They either in on my fishin So rap flips my energy Whip me to the genital Genitals, I know I make it when I give it to him I get some suckers evaporate Simple made a sodomize, like idolize I gotta like er Okay! She do some shit by means that they hold er She didn’t kind of need me, needed me to have em terrorizing She got you wanting the villain I’ve been in on my benim and then get her a gentleman and then reprise I said it’s in or I’m in and starting to blim em Artillery, they consider me the father, the wims dealer Get on it, get upiddy hop got it I bust some niggas, get the blammers choppers automatic Woke up with a feeling, go Bentley and my shot so appealing If they were 80 I’d give em up and giddy up, look like it Depends on the Kalikoholics So we get the get the bitches have a ball and actually nothing about it And get the listener to get up all their kissin and lick up all this But never shine cuz on one
Love you I know you do And now… the greatest love song ever