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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required rolling in my pit not giving a shit quick to become undone out having a bit of fun excuse me but this jam has to rhyme as I bust up the tempo from behind back in the city looking at girls so very pretty fast cars with local bars falling apart with the tears cheap beers strength within its fears unto the next episode that's how we roll down to the liquor store each of us dreams of both kings and queens with the evil bitch screams going take down to the neighborhood like you knew I would out strolling in the hood drinking Jimmy Bean in my new jack swing I got the hook up logical persuasion rhymes I hold let the truth be told cause I broke the mold for i create to procreate call it fate going take you back to the old school when I was so cool rock the house right through these are working mans hands you all understand fish in pan making the plans inhale the caviar with the wine then everything is so fine from behind looking to make a deal with the phone in my hand listen if you can y magic wand turns the beat of the song can't we all just het along nothing heavy when I'm driving in my Chevy rock steady and I'm ready shooting pool losing my cool I'm the nature's clown everybody's fool hit me from below bust up the beat to increase the tempo maybe manic you know caged in barbed wire set you straight as a gun for hire sipping on my favorite wine the streets are not for phony's bitches want to blow me act like they own ya stuck in the middle playing second fiddle as I go back cour on the dribble
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