"My musical sounds are the dope that's rare, the hippest girls hop out their underwear"
It's just one of those "I'm dope" songs with fun added.
Chorus: -Poeticly dope putting pen to paper. Mic check cause I'm the ryme sayer. The vocals the scratch the bass and snare. A Shine Production strategically layered.-
I'm the flyest thing on foot. The ooh in cool I put. And I'm smoother than clutch's butt. I ain't a player man I'm a slut. I meet some nice girls, mostly ho's. I seem to like the ones who dance on poles and the ones putting shit up their nose. Give me a dislexic granny with a Royce Rolls.
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What's going on today? What's cracklin'? I'm off the hook and I'm hooked on tobaccoin. Chh chh kill kill haa haa. It's scary, but also funny like Jim Carrey. Enough about them what's up with you let's talk about me. I'm old and dirty yet so fresh and so clean. My musical sounds are the dope that's rare. The hippest girls hop out their underwear. They wanna check the sunshine smile, but can't get past my funky ass style. I don't stack chips. I stack bitches. If pussy was cash. I'd be the richest.
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Yo what up you must be lady luck. Cause it's my dick that you get to suck. Buckbuck buckaa! Yo chick drop the cluck. (I'll make ya dinner!) I just wanna fuck.
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Eclectic artist overflowing creativity. Did I mention the girlies be diggin' me? I ain't no house or techno kind of DJ. I cut the breakbeats but ya can't label me. I write the songs, I make the beats, I say the ryme's. No covers here, the music's all mine. MC's DJ's don't wanna battle. I got the freshest style in Seattle.
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"here a scratch there a scratch everywhere a scratch scratch."