Big Meanie and Miss Tussler
Applauds go to Modda
Said the Big Brudda
Who was your champion
At the time
Been sum hinney kickin
We were in the thick and
We have so much to
Talk about
You have me at your
Mercy
Be kind you deserve me
What am to you
What will I be to ya
Say you gonna let me
Be your husband
Told me she wants to compliment my rythmic grooves
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