To all the stupid people and the rest You are about to witness something you've never witnessed before this but ladies and gentlemen Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two members of Little Jimmy (impossible to hear this part) in the place to be we're gonna show you how to do it for the year 2005 kicking it, and are you sick all the mothers like in their world because we need to continue to rock stop his modem cold to minimize the scene cutting out all the lyrical coherence because we know how to up-upload it this is a Paul mix man we all wish underworld set this no good moment and ya'll know us that's when we run into something like this La-di-da-di da-di-da-di we likes to party-party We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody We are just just some men up on the mic When-when we grab the pitch, YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT Fuck all-a-y'all who's going to Hell Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself 'Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin' That's what we create, because that be our mission So listen close to what we say Because (WHAT) this type of shit happens every day (WHAT) this type of shit happens EVERY DAY (WHAT) THIS TYPE OF SHIT HAPPENS EVERY DAY I woke up AROUND two in the MORNIN' Did a lot of COKE, strechin', YAWNIN' Went into the BATHROOM to wash UP Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch Said, mirra-mirra on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all? There was a rubble-rubble-dubble Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said... You are you conceited bastard! Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth Change my clothes, spark my hair I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne Fresh dressed like a million dolla's I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla' Stepped out the crib, stopped short Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn SHIT I FORGOT MY FUCKING CANGO Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an alley Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley, (uhh-huhh) God damn bitch played hard to get So I said, what's up girl, you look like shit Don't cry, dry your eye Sally tells her momma, you all better hide tonight Because her mom stepped up from behind Hit her in the FACE, stabbed her in the EYE Punched her in the BELLY, stepped on her FEET Slammed the girl on the hard concrete Oohhhh BITCH was STRONG, momma's GONE Something seemed WRONG, now what is going on I tried to bust it up, I said, stop it, leave her She said, if I can't have you, she can't eitherrrrrrrrr She grabbed me hard, grabbed my cock I broke out like I had the chicken pox Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said, Why don't you give me some play Stop avoiding me like you is gay I wet my pants whenever you say Oohhh bitches love me cause they know that I can (beat box) Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me I love your faggy ways, I guess that's why you're always getting laid Oohh on and on and on and on and... (WORD) whatever (SHAKA-ZULU) I said, (PLAYED OUT) I'm gonna give her a kiss I said, you can't have me, I'm too young for you miss She said, no you are not, then she starts crying I said, I'm 18 and she says stop lying Seriously, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr POW Okay people, we're talking about Kenny Muhammad The Human Orchestra, I'm not jokin' ya know He's wicked, he's livin', he's vibin' With the hardcore battle beatery Beatbox criminal, crackin' his haggery That's a little something special for your Mindless CD
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