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Getting Hot
travel on water Unravel and slaughter while fishing for
chumps twisting junk yards just to find punk retard’s car
my words crazy because they serve gravy in a dish yall
eat up the streets corrupt waiting in a breadline and all
got hot sauce and my plot boss like Mission Impossible
my religion is gospel, I post in pairs like the growth of hair
this stuff will cover your head as I discover a dead affair
by rapping hard, my head is like bread mit’s made from
dough and flour so my flow has power sweet like a honey bun
yeast or baking powder feast after a shower got a loaf of funk
yall toast to this junk, covered with bread crumbs I’ve flunk
and discovered dead bums in HIP HOP,bad rapper can’t jump //
look this is a thick semi-solid with plenty hydraulics like
yogurt my flow work in your mouth not in your hand all type
of curdle milk have to hurdle silk when in bed with a chick
see a girl go crazy over silk so baby boy likes milk Nestles Quik
“look boo I wish to kiss your lips and do brisk grips under on your
waist so girl I give scripts to sharity, trip merily and soar
to sing a song got some bling on so I’m nota ding dong or bore
got a hummer for the summer and a number of slick chicks
expected to be hot in July with lots of blue sky many flicks
being shown so I’m seeing the strong unknown the sacred
naked that be born in porn, like Keanu Reeves I’m Matrix
rent money no doubt slim, went out on a limb just to make
profit and drop it like its hot”, "wait rhyme I'm wearing great
silk fabrics so I can’t help but milk the habit on being sexy
it’s a pattern that’s repeated even Adam heated and messy
would kiss Eve lips in the spur of the moment even Bestsy
Ross would sew a flag during a slow drag dancing and smooching”
travel on water Unravel and slaughter while fishing for
chumps twisting junk yards just to find punk retard’s car
my words crazy because they serve gravy in a dish yall
eat up the streets corrupt waiting in a breadline and all
got hot sauce and my plot boss like Mission Impossible
my religion is gospel, I post in pairs like the growth of hair
this stuff will cover your head as I discover a dead affair
by rapping hard, my head is like bread mit’s made from
dough and flour so my flow has power sweet like a honey bun
yeast or baking powder feast after a shower got a loaf of funk
yall toast to this junk, covered with bread crumbs I’ve flunk
and discovered dead bums in HIP HOP,bad rapper can’t jump //
look this is a thick semi-solid with plenty hydraulics like
yogurt my flow work in your mouth not in your hand all type
of curdle milk have to hurdle silk when in bed with a chick
see a girl go crazy over silk so baby boy likes milk Nestles Quik
“look boo I wish to kiss your lips and do brisk grips under on your
waist so girl I give scripts to sharity, trip merily and soar
to sing a song got some bling on so I’m nota ding dong or bore
got a hummer for the summer and a number of slick chicks
expected to be hot in July with lots of blue sky many flicks
being shown so I’m seeing the strong unknown the sacred
naked that be born in porn, like Keanu Reeves I’m Matrix
rent money no doubt slim, went out on a limb just to make
profit and drop it like its hot”, "wait rhyme I'm wearing great
silk fabrics so I can’t help but milk the habit on being sexy
it’s a pattern that’s repeated even Adam heated and messy
would kiss Eve lips in the spur of the moment even Bestsy
Ross would sew a flag during a slow drag dancing and smooching”
