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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Swig Of The Stew Another massive dose Im sendin in Hittin when I step back to the deck Sidebets kick em in then raise up Jet from the ivory its time for me To see if I can graze the cut Just a hint Im shuttin down Ya pistons youll have to listen cause Im clippin of the wack Bracket shit thats soft so go Back to the troft and put it Back next to the smirnoff bottle Where u found it from it sounds Numb has no feel an organic Synthesis did I mention this in The last verse no I drive a fast Hearse theyll have to catch the Flow Im snatchin a row of burnt Corpses and hopin they lernt the Forces that theyre up against the Immense in this shit will a Fist to the grill instill a fraction Of common sense you would want Providence to play a part but its Obvious you have no heart im Protruding a pro-tracker the Proportion of a slacker is where i Store The shit give me ya cup whats ya Flavor its juice taste it a swig of The stew Now that I have a deepdish spoon Niggas be attackin get blackin Eyes like racoons blew up like Balloons busted rusted theyre Getting thrusted with them Screw drivers whos the livest Me and I love it when the Slug rubs another from a rusty Life they couldnt cut it so I cut em with my trusty knife Skinned alive and when deprived Of ones life one thinks twice Three time a lady lionel couldnt Pay or you to fade me cause I be learnin shit makin Ternikits for broken english Im yokin the seamstress cause Im sewin up shit. you know I can rip, I rest with the Hobos yo yos stay up no Mayonnaise on the cut but I can Bust it wit the mustard my Spice is hot the radish Adds this seasoning that creates And make taste buds wanna make Dubs Of a swig of the stew Box car 23 is my freight train Im not strippin for the cock except The diesel the weight gain I make pain And I take it cause Im humble a dirty rat A sturdy gat is the back up for the Smack up easy for me to pack the Knack Up braggadocio rhymes Im braggin While Im laggin saggin cause my jeans Hafta Be lean for the cuisine who dat! dick Dasturdly could never master Me drew raps after me comes me Stop Suction cupping you got nothing Coming But cum of burns hon. Im doin it For my niggas in the oak-land where I plan my escape from traits of empty Crates and busted grapes are not Part of the gomay hey just an Appetizer filet mignon but the song Is the stew |
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