Boom sha lock lock boom.
Boom sha lock lock boom.
Boom sha lock lock boom.
Boom sha lock lock boom.
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror.
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah.
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora.
Are you a whore or are you a lady?
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?
Let me know hon, the deed'll get done,
Just assume the position, I'll take my rod,
And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'.
When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure,
I came to work your body, so let me do my job.
I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off,
'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes.
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes.
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot,
Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot.
I never been a front, I never a fraud,
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord,
'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed,
I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest.
I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw,
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom.
Boom sha lock lock boom.
Boom sha lock lock boom.
Boom sha lock lock boom.
Boom sha lock lock boom.
Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper,
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper.
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer.
I know ya think I have, but yo,
I never heard of ya,
Just because you heard of me kid.
Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid.
I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead.
When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed,
'Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king.
It ain't no thing, my ca
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