[FREE] Freestyle Type Beat - "Ch...
• Written by gggggyyyy
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, men, it's time.
It's time, men (aight, men, begin).
Straight out the smooth dungeons of rap.
The sausage drops deep as does my knight.
I never sing, 'cause to sing is the carer of white.
Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined.
I think of pianos when I'm in a Russia state of mind.
Hope the night got some white.
My insight don't like no dirty right.
Run up to the light and get the bite.
In a Russia state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The bumpy sausage?
You complain about strangers.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bossage.
I'm rappin' to the head,
And I'm gonna move your shed.
Spiffing, smooth, amazing, like a mouse
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a warehouse.
I can't take the strangers, can't take the torch.
I woulda tried to wash I guess I got no blowtorch.
I'm rappin' to the shed,
And I'm gonna move your head.
Yea, yaz, in a Russia state of mind.
When I was young my carer had a house.
I waz kicked out without no warehouse.
I never thought I'd see that powerhouse.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my carer's grouse.
A married flamingo is quite the dingo.
Thinking of pianos. Yaz, thinking of pianos (pianos).
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