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Salsa
We were born in the seventies The rippin and rhyming and brethren see Were filling taste great In the old school I was eight Fot the new school I was late But in high school I was debate I rate in the great state of California Im warning ya Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette! I kick nonsense in French tasty like Crepe Suzette I bet you gonna wanna try this but it takes niceness I like a beat thats unique and I like my head zooming And in my Continental you know that shits booming With the diamond int eh back suicide doors You can look from here to eternity And never receive your morsel.
Another tale of ordinary madness The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say All I really wanna is to feel nirvana Wont you take me tonight and we just might find A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature Your toung lickin up my tounge Your radio pickin up a smokey jazz love song Madness becomes you even though your Livin life its hard to exist when youre tempted By flesh you wanna bust through Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry She bends and suspends and her ass Is a marvelous thing A dance dancin at a club the Hereafter Who cant really dance but that doesnt really matter And she wont hear applause Cus your drunk and lost All light is gone Your arms spread like a cross And youre dreaming that the world Will soon fall apart Topless firl in your gaze Which is hazy Takes your dollar In the gutter without cigarettes Or wine your hungover I was warned of your normal Behaviour and felt My life was too short to Consider your wack self Its like this when you dip down And you are boxin Reeling against the ropes and you Face some young Mexican Your scrappin your kneck gets Snapped back your eyes have bled Your thinking about a comeback But your takin it to the head You little bastard Better watch you back Cuz were after Your punk ass by God were gonna jack it Youre played out and small time And your show is over Youre bout as lucky as a three leaf clover And your older ho bag sceezer In her droopy saggy skin Who thoughtshe was a model But in truth a never-has-been Ill slap that witch as if I were her pimp And my crew will attest to her fradulence
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