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• Written by NASTYDOG
Fuck a hook what you writing a book?
might have over looked this light crook
Elvis's lip tell you I'm all shook up
take both sugar and spice tonight that's right
you heard despite all the reason for concern
place was left to burn in front of her
word up I'm coming sir extra spectacular
I surely will defeat the heat swirls
let the buzzer erupt on the world
toes curl yep plural when entering residences
the evidence is in pants of the birds
fuck what ya heard it be the real deal ya earned
skirts flirt but I be back to work mingle after
business is first physical bursts mentally learning
triple digit earning no bitches worming my term
criminal activity behind me finally cause I got work
deciding my past hurts two options live like a sweet bike
or exit the scene in a nervous out burst
level headed impressions accept the message best
forget aggression and power get devoured like sour kids get
louder the sound the more I get down low like a mole
never far from the hole close to my underground home
watch your tone bro or I take you on my boat tie you up with rope
get you holding the anchor make you walk the plank for
my pleasure then get you to fill the gas tank
I'll measure the level after thanks scallywags forever
severed limbs and treasure maps keep us attached to a plan
hate to have to say we made a mistake such a waste
to race out and get laughed at right in the face
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NASTYDOG
Member since January 4 2015