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Tainted Crystal Clear

Claiming I'm an error clerical Because I orient bisexual Maybe it's a classifiable As something anatomical Well that is debatable and every way detestable I know we ain't breakable That's un-debatable Ain't nothing 'bout me rectifiable Nowhere correction is applicable Once mistaken it is unmistakable That I ain't made contestable Don't you think it's ineffectual To rehabilitate Chernobyl But carry on as usual Not as if it's humane principle something irrevocable Blame me a fanatical As though I'm a habitual or to me it's favorable But don't tell me I ain't logical Maybe I'm classifiable But it's unmistakable the antonym of breakable Nothing that's correctable Carry on as usual I'm bisexual Gays claiming I'm one half closet That I'm a queen on deposit To your view, the Christians are the closest Y'all should ring bells in Connecticut Come out the Closets Come into Jesus Acceptance, love and support Is what you purport Why must you a thousand greys distort As black and white to assort I swear you do it just for sport So go conspire with your sort About peace, love and support 'Tis a helluva truth you do contort I'm not rich enough to buy money I'm not poor enough for free money Just enough for no money Pachyderms offering IRS haircuts Asses saying Bush went nuts No talkin' 'bout the Chinese Dynamism Laced with that sage Confucianism Just overseas adventurism and Euro-skepticism Not to even mention Crypto-Anarchism and the hacktivism So pardon my cynicism At this particularly American Dualism To cure the aneurism It takes a simple algorithm Add typical extremism multiply by the non-American third millennium, Extrapolate the Yellow Journalism, and you have your answer, indicating a self regulating, medicating, pulmonary embolism. Integrate the opportunism to the patriotism against the paramecium of an -ism See if the enthusiasm of Americanism doesn't kick-start the uniquely American success metabolism. See if you know this'n from Adam That's why I pay a King's ransom for the collector's item: A threesome political system From Foggy Bottom to the Baby's bottom That's the rule of thumb to strike to ensure freedom. Blame it on the ADD Blame it on the IED Blame it on the PCP All that you need to know when you come to the show and the sun hit the flow and the seeds it'll sow will hit you some more, Is uh Is that I need to be with me, That I don't need any you and me All that makes is hell of we So, Blame it on the ADD Blame it on the IED Blame it on the PCP But don't you cry to me, just because I couldn't preach to thee, All that you need to know when you come to the show and the sun hit the flow and the seeds it'll sow will hit you some more, Is that I need to be with me, That I don't need any you and me All that makes is hell of we

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Dignify Me, Baby

Rectify me, Blame it on my education honey But I got a fear deep within me Though it keeps the world a runnin' The most important thing isn't money Classify me, Or have stars as neighbors Or everybody owing favors Testify me, One more hit of your loving baby Can ease my eyes a getting heady One more a loving baby Calcify me, Place me into your design 5 minutes would be divine To pacify my mind Gentrify me, Lady, Today I have a 401k Tomorrow I will decay And yesterday I was a baby, baby Petrify me, Maybe I should recycle you to God But at my brain you have gnawed Turning my every sight into Stalingrad Why am I waging war with the Pentagon When there's no love of love of my Jihad Justify me, Humor me and say the stars aligned That it was a twinkle in my eye I'm not an Oracle at Delphi Or a sailor name Popeye Falsify me, But for 5 minutes I would give my life Because it would every other moment magnify Shoot me down, I'll be back as the Llama Dalai Maybe there's a million sheeple like me Nullify me, But this Dolly is the first of a kind Specify me, Together we can multiply Every little stimuli right before the occuli But before they crucify me They got to vilify we Please dignify me Unify we baby

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Red Labeled

We are going to sing it up right here, let the angels know we are here for more than cheer, make the support crystal clear. Let a hundred haters bloom in out the blue clear, prune and hate anybody standing in your way. Let a 'mo know you came to play. Dashing the hopes down when you play the cray. Exorcising exercising of curiosity at this monstrosity. I strut with queens, and kings in the the company of thugs and I do it comfortably. So send your prayers if your got any cares about your life expectancy. I play the banks, the thanks, the marching tanks as my ninety third symphony. Best watch me at my best at the centennial anniversary. The element in vogue as popularity gets reinterpreted as cursory. I got the pearly keys to the golden books, in a St. Peter signature I can reclassify the summation literature to predetermined whether the high heavens or bowels of hell you enter. Lemme know now if there is a prefer. So hear me know as I teach and preach at the lectern, that the most danger is in a left turn. Ignore the petty little heckler, keep in mind from thine third eye a quotation from Napoleon, "10 who speak are louder than 10 thousand who are silent." In the hating and failure business everybody is a client, nobody says anything on the right end. Even rarer is a remorse tinges repent, about that we giving up for lent the lament, secure it now for the better forever in cement, make art of your daily sacrament, put it in a bill at parliament. Bet you know now with a clip at my head and heart, that any traitoring trading I'm wise and nimble enough to dart. If I get hit I take it in striding matrimonial pair up to my Halo's arc, see if you can differentiate it from Noah's Ark. I'll be back from a few millennia leading Israeli armies as Barak. I'll make a new pestering rock a festering upon this crock with gun locked stock and a cock up under my frock, ready to tear you asunder with my handheld crack of thunder, quicker than you got to wonder at my providential wonder as an adolescent omnipresent adult kid wunder. Take it from your mortal highness, you need three for success, options health and peace, lack any of these and your life you ride on lease, lack any of these and your sanity cease. Your happiness lies elsewhere, go there for your mind to ease. But what do I know? In the big picture next to you, we are just some more snowflakes among the snow, that's how the world flow, y'know? So I ride out, riding pure but dirty, I hope to live free for another thirty. But if it be God, Allah, Yahweh or Buddha, or all the above's will that I get smoke by a nine milli today. Then on a hill facing East you may me bury. If it be a God's will that it be done in haste, with no time to waster, or that my bloodily congealed rigamortis shell leaves my widow in bad taste, know the world will keep its pace, without losing face. When I'm dead I hope the world will never be remembered, these fools will my words have hindered. My touch frayed and malaised, just as I have those that I followed. Though I walk alone, as a solitary luminescence illumination conversation sensation. Forgive them boy, they know exactly what they do, but their significance holds no truth, their blood too shall spew, with far fewer clue they knew. "Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages you've had." That was the so so Gatsby, I still declare, not at all too hastily, these pools of fools as cad. The good the bad the ugly remain an eternal fad. Whether I've gone made mad, dispersed in sad, or arisen in glad, it is what it is, I've seen it I had. Neocons dropping bombs on Babylon, supplied by financiers in Hong Kong. Riddle me thus, how do you intend to deal with the Noveau Kieven Rus, when all your battalions and battle plans are oriented at the fertile crescent, lacking situational awareness of the present for the president about which we have no precedent, nor an apprentice. On the theoretical economy of economics and central bankings, its the blessings of a curse, namely that our financial instruments became as feral beasts, going back to their baser instincts, resulting in an anarchy among the ticker tapes reflecting mortgages and banks. Gimme tamed fauna where the lion lay with lamb and the Flora flow freely without gerrymandered plan, and they don't burn the Qur'an. Where the jerry rigged markets aren't monopolized and doused in fluoride about this I'm inclined to testify. Regarding the biology: 25 millis in paste is too much to take but 40 in the water is A okay? The bidness is enough to make you trepidate. Denial ain't just a river in Africa honey. Dismiss this player crazy its lurid cruel and usual. Maybe this a strong man in a complex situation riddled in complication. I call it somplexication, but that's the deal.

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Atomic Carburetor

Call me the reaper carburetor, I realign the blood with the air to concoct fire. See my 20 leagues under the sea doing the same, see if I'm a liar. I'll need a pair of pliers to get my teeth out your bones for the hearse. But no ruffled feathers, that's merely a first verse for a prologueic rehearse for remorse. Meet me and its the outcome of a curse. Likely arisen outta prison from stealing an oma purse. The world is justly unjust, it's why my trigger nigger finger and my pimp wrist lack slacking. Even when I'm snacking on your momma's pussy Kraken I'm packing. At the end of the day, the beginning of time, the outcome of your slime is hardly what pay. Though the cheddar is a good reason for lab mice to pull any lever. Cross the Rubicon river and the denarii arise out of the sentimentality of endeavor. Thats why how 'n what colours my tether to the Earth forever. When it snap, you'll see me astronomical in the dark heavens as a cosmonaut with no mission control. With my mixtures of mix-tapes and lyrics ready to roll out unhindered. Like I'm the biggest big bird and I'm the mad bird disease with my skillet unencumbered. That's why my days and your name are numbered MDCCLXXVI in Latin as though Roma Roma roam in Roma for the new millennium of Pax Americana. Though its Honey Boo Boo that holla for that dolla. How did this sea urchin with its little creepin arms of a cretin, eatin' nothing from the pastoral farms arise in America? I got a revelation for ya America. The ghetto has come to suburbia everybody is a thrilla nigga. Ebonics seems to now be a Lingua Franca. Regardless of a pair of Pac or Big Poppa allegiance the truth holds credence. Even if its not the first that came, its the one that'll pay 'n stay. Regardless of the cray that its baby momma play. That's love. Whether it leavin' as a hawk or dove I dunno. but it came as a messenger pigeon speakin' in that beautiful Patwa pidgin. It can switch at will to the Queen's English. And the sky seems filled like the battle of Thermopylae as legion today. The truth is like rain, it ain't care who it fall on. Their aerial refuse does the same, but I don't mind it. Rather, I carry on spitting Niggas clips, who now include everyone, into carrion and put you into my Pegasi carry on. I swear I now realize who is the culprit at the eternal disarmament summit between U.S. us and the perfunctory Soviet Union. It's the inertia of the exothermic warriors movement. For every action, there is an equal opposing reaction, Newton That's why we need a third party intervention for the interpreting behind the atomic curtain. Before the fire rain starts hurting. Call it France, The Great Kingdom, the Eternal Kingdom, with a Mandate from heaven, or the participants in the Indus River Valley conundrum, or the Israelites tangoing with Hashemites as satellites, in addition to the Hermit Kingdom. Name your ransom to start keeping legitimate heads high and handsome. I'll turn your anthem Victory Pan American Platinum. Or you can pop your thermonuclear cherry. And sing prayers to the deflowered virgin Mary. Gaia won't be listening to none of this bullshit. She'll be waiting for your asses to get burned darker 'Fore she stick a fork in it. And reintegrate it coming back O'Naturale with a few scars at ground zero with no heros. Rather just Pyrrhic victorious goddess. That's a promise, chemo dead honest, from generational new millenial's finest. Fuck it up and its the world's greatest heist. The future of Humanity is the price. But whatever I decide, I could spit my Bonaparte bona fides on an endless set of PowerPoint slides of my neighborly home invasions up in and on god's creations. But rather get yo ass fried, and lord see I lied. When I say at the twinkling of eyes, With participants voting ayes, at the beginning of the reign of Aeries, I'll be flying the coop with the canaries while y'all playing dirty Harry's. Its the conclusion I apprehensively with eager attitude await. Because I like that my death is my fate. Fuck the scheiBe about a mate. They'll make me into a snake. When all I want to make is my own plate. When my last meal I'll have ate, just send some top men to put me in a crate. I won't be late, if I have to at my job, I'll abbreviate abbreviate until these lines and pulses I terminate. That's the end of the eternal Fin de siècle, if you will the last finè

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Externally Internal Chemistry

Everyone in the room is on the phone with someone more important. With our interests our actions are concordant. Niggas I'm coordinated, Make a misquotation and Imma have you terminated. On my mantle your obit and mine is laminated. See a bitch now, you'll notice I'm nicotined and caffeinated. I'm getting it instigated. Honey get your ass up in dis hot tub. Show me, feel me, fill me with this bottle of bub. We going to get inclined to some internal rub a dub dub Ooh biology, you the cheap whorin' Jezebel of science Taking any ole molecular chains of acids, bases, doesn't matter what their unpronounceable name is. This new nigga's gonna load up your uterus with a new chain of Amino Acids. If your playing chances with statistics its probably cuz he dangled yo ass some carrots. Lemme guess it's 24k and he went to Jarred's? Honey... that rock better have made him take out several mortgages on several abodes if any you don't half own Otherwise it better be another clone hes making faux amore to moan Fear no evil, trust no bitch, stab every bastard. That's the hazard that should crown every placard. Legitimacy is pre-requisite to aristocracy, And even then among queens, a den of wolves, you tread carefully Among the khanate you clear your plate, otherwise an ungracious host or guest it indicate. Either way, some bastard getting stabbed today. They say honesty is a best policy. But loopholes and ring-jumpers and persnickety Pleasure resides in impartial disclosure That's how a criminal starts looking presidential. Explains the providential demagoguery perennial for the past time millennial Take a look at man and history is self evidential Never attribute to malice what stupidity explains That's why all my knowledge to this to be past situation pertains.

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The Cuba Dilemma

What's a gun to a priest? A target ends and means. Whats a baby to a momma? Another motherfucker with a mouth to feed, wanting three titties. And whats a tree to God? An instrumentation of creation whose fruit dangles eternal damnation. Well I'm armed in armies to the teeth with motherfuckers nibbling at my teets with groves of mental apple seeds. Watch me damn humanity 5 fold with every apple grapple slurping it like its Snapple. Start with a revisiting of the Ostend Manifesto, dealing in Cuba for national security. Ain't it a curiosity that ostensibly these brotherly dictators are thumbing their noses as spectators to the birth of a new humanity? They who expand and fill the entirety of existence as though a gas, meeting no worthy resistance. Hope its not Berlin's Auschwitz that we got to match wits with. But if it is, God, no less, will have to beg me for forgiveness. Gimme a "Nikov to caress, see if I don't lead these fuckers into hydro separated bedlam of foreign minister Molotov with no counterpart Von Ribbentrop. Beat these mulattoes to a rooftop execution on the presidential palace. See a fucker call me callous, I'll force you in as an American province through the Representatives protests. See if your riches don't coalesce. I confess I'll burn down Havana with Comandante's liver spots as my bandana. Lighting up a Latina in gasolina like its Ekaterina in Herzegovina during Hurricane Katrina. That's the punishment for dissent: a mother's lament. Say or do shit and I'll torch your madre's refugee tent too from Castro's liberated cigar end. See me surpass the brutality of a Spaniard as the ends of my lanyard yields an American Express card. So that's the bar of the bard, the end of the third yard. Nothing less to impress. Fuck the excuse of duress, the severity I impress. See a rebellion among the liturgy of the clergy. I don't need a little birdie. Just my barrel's kinetic energy, while I burn down this impurity into eternal serenity out of security of my temporary soirée Take him down off the crucifixion for his patriotic dereliction for my personal inspection among the televised execution. I'll purée him into some jackal's nutrition. While I wait for an American force of expedition, watch my shot come to fruition. I'll sing my own benediction at my presidential premonition. Recollection of Napoleon grubby hand to the pope at the coronation.

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The Bad Bitch

Make your mark bigger than a chapter of Marx and lemme know by getting featured in Hallmark. If you the baddest bitch don't tell me or offer me your grass or ass. I'll present mine to your piss to give it a good 'N sloppy kiss proper. Do something original that makes any bitch in attention holler and grab you by the collar like you passing out dollars. Get bitches crazy baby and I'll think you one maybe. Nada my guarantee until you finished offing the tee. Crack a break in the spine of you before, by not yelling "'fore". All that 'n more by an absence of presence. Get your game on finesse, make these others grotesque. It is not enough to succeed, others must fail. So flail your arms and gimme a holy grail of a wail. When you pop these birds as quail, send 'em a bomb by the mail, carry the cyanide by the pail, and watch your HMS success set sail and rock this third rail. If you the bitch baddest, eat these bitches for breakfast with your steel that's sharpest and their look is the palest. Their innards you harvest as promised with the speed of a tempest and the demeanor that's strictest and the taste that's richest playing like a pianist as a perfectionist at this Eucharist no time to wait for this Eucharist just eat him up raw Jesus, like you baddest bitch meanest. If you hear it I mean it. If you been a bad bitch, then do it again. If you is the bad bitch well keep it up in. If you will a bad bitch, darling my honey try. You can watch me over here laugh as you sigh. And I raise my scythe for the Coup de grace motion. At your Place de la Révolution, currently the Place de la Concorde, in which my presence as the guillotine stays in accord, regardless of the way the wind blowing toward. As you writhe under the blade of sword knowing I stay true to my word. I let you scream to your lord divinical, for his personal executive approval, for your shell removal. And I make your soul a débutante allowing a first ever in person introduction, over this I should allow you be a celebrant, as I take it in as deliciously decadent. As I have continuation of seduction in the heart of the insurrection in your lover's heart. First I kill you in worst, then I fuck yo bitch in your hearse, as your blood colors my tongue Cognac with your corpse and my cologne as Aphrodite's personal aphrodisiac. See me as I throw these corpse flowers and let the catchers be the next to catch to my powers in the nightly hours of the day back in the back of a vintage Maybach. See yo mistress forget you like my dick slips of yo ass an amnesiac. Baddest bitches suffering no glitches, a rose among witches. Believe me I know who which is, see whose hand I kiss. Out of a lack of diss my gestures both black powder and recognition don't miss. Even if these words of praise lack any spontays Can you feel me in the case of this craze? I got it on offer in spades, don't you know it a nigga pays and lays? Like I'm the only of ways to unnumber your days but whatever to me its all symphonies, when any trick please and any whore tease and these pleasures don't cease. And my hand is on permanent trigger and trachea seizure squeeze. If the baddest bitch be, to her take me. 'Cuz you can't take her to me. If the baddest bitch be, to her you're a flea needing a swift kick in the knee. For that you'll glee and pay any fee to make it a spree. I read it in the leaves of tea that she'll hear my plea, as sure as the shriek of a Scottish banshee. As if it be by royal decree by the Queen to bring the jubilee by flooding the Yangtze to the Nth degree. More than enough to send China undersea. I just devour it like its the role of a roll of Tootsie. Saying "Tuez moi tout d' suite, tout de moi des suite." "Kill me all of the following, all of me all of the following." You heard me say it, I meant it. So if you play even a bit then you know the skit. If you a bad bitch that need a the then yell a hoo-ra like you the marginal marinal core. If you the bad bitch that need the the, then do it like them naval seals settling a 9/11 score. While I play the anthem they swore they'd kill me for. See me abuse it like a three dollar whore brand new from the store, you'll see that'n 'n more when the pain downpour. There's no cure to make the bloodied souls pure. Let's just say that its something I have in common coming in with Biggie and Tupac Shakur.

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Devilish Absinthe

I awoke to find a floating green bloke with a vision of my birth in his yoke. Making eye contact with decades ago at his belly. So I figure I'll channel in me the spirit of Machiavelli. See if I can't eat this shit up like I'm feasting at a deli. "Spirit here in my place of rest, why have you risen from yours to give me a test?" "Because a coo-coo bird has infected your nest, and a divine garden yields a pious pest." For a moment I was in Cardiac arrest. But then I digressed to have this problem addressed, before it any further progressed. "There's a bastard abreast, shit I shoulda guessed. Shit I shoulda known leeches were gonna infest." "I suggest a Kalesh' in your future to contest the supposed molest you so detest." So I acquiesced at this being of body dispossessed, who my image possessed, around sound and light he had coalesced. "Bei Mir Bist Du Schön you make it plain. If you Cain, who sent you here so you could my audience attain, and my attention contain?" "To the matter at hand the question doesn't pertain. But if you must, you and he are the same." And at this I no longer his presence retain. "Shit looks like I need to round up the subjects of my domain and wage a campaign surpassing Charlemagne, upending he reign of this Nazi puppet Marshall Petain." Even if heavy weigh this chain, my resolve shan't wane. As my ice cold veins stain hatred in my brain. I unwrap my American Spirit's cellophane, knowing mine and his fate is now preordain. Regardless of the plain terrain I'll seize the Alsace-Lorraine. Like its Carpe Diem at Carpathia for the Soviet Union's Ukraine. See me rain down the pain as though its chow mein to compliment victory's taste of champagne. Clack of my Jimmy Choos echoing the devil's hooves. Knowing I have everything to lose, with nothing legally or spiritually for my actions to excuse. So I perform, tempest up a storm of chloroform to again perform an act older than cuneiform upon this uniform lukewarm swarm. I transform into meats for the worm. Don't you just love to be mean? Don't you just love how it makes somebody scream? Letting blood flow until whether you're alive you just dunno. Embalming sorrow until its the day after tomorrow. Making prayers ring hollow, crystal clearer than the Apollo Knowing anything and everything to come will follow amplifying every sorrow So I know I blow my Calico in my cranial dough like a pro. Setting my goo a glow from the angle of a cut reminiscent of Vincent Van Gogh. Hoping my visions don't haunt me in my awoke hour no mo'

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Parisian Dreams

I dreamed of Paris again last night 99 bitches and 1 problem by me tonight Made this kennel a macabre harem Doing the fashionable, a Donner party of Qur'an I reinterpret it to mean zero tolerance of seven deadly Whores lacking my design coveting dick to secure yo alimony The antithetic to traditional patriarchy of patrimony Bio degradable Barbie here doesn't know shell be shrimp on the barby carb-light Allahu akbar to send my conclusion to this blight Drink up bitches my holy water is sweeter than sprite Interpol foreshadowing me planting flags to foreign lands on any flight Tell me, do you think the angels get they halal haggis x-rayed at baggage West prioritizing border and ports over humanities's various sots That's why the narcissistic security measures double pace the humane gestures for foreign shores What makes you think you can touch the Roman citizen of the United States of Earth When his tongue escapes your gizzards he'll play rock paper scissors, Rage drop those big sticks on every target until you're in the stone age, sending you back as a phytophage, nibbling on plankton in your cage. We market in the bazaars of every capitol in capital From Nantucket to Harare and Kabul and your mommas swimming pool With our markers monickering every little monitor from apples to election and Hollywood sensations There's no way to escape us Welcome to the United status of Earth And don't ya know it's a fool who plays it cool trying to deny it, when we supply it How the hell are you gonna deny existence Like you the schizophrenic menace straight out the business You need tutelage, babysitting By the personage Caribbean Light the bamboo the truth'll shone through Incite the voodoo, they'll fugue you, 'N bienvenue Fright in rear view, pale as skin tone cockatoo Plight into you, trailing drone crew Kite high payloads, cockier than Gladstone working colonial Profitable through that politic growing to and fro the barrel of a gun Versatile as Attila the Hun, the roulette for you done spun. So excuse me while I seek victory, as the successful warrior and you fight before seeking, ending in failure Devil gonna come and fly me back to Barbados Devil gonna come and play thee back traitorous Double trauma play spree. crack coo nefarious It's precarious to hilarious When you got a gun french kissing your head Careful it's not quite a monster up under your bed Tearful sits thought right a gangster asunder for bread Let the people eat cake, the cake is a lie Marie Antoinette Napoleonic Bonaparte off with her head. What the fake fuck do you think I said? Situation's ripe for an American style Mikhail Gorbachev Time for a reminder historical rebound Even stolen babies of slaves of empire can be crowned and renowned as sire So when the KGB come knocking on my doors, don't be surprised I'm in Cincinnati from tunnel in my floors Popping bottles with the the thugs of course looking for the kegs of Coors I'm the queen of mean, running on gasoline Looking all sickening sickening the dogs of war 'cuz I'm looking for that body count score Skewing the statistical curve Making all the heads swerve As I curb stomp the heads on the curb I got the blood lust to play the score Enough to Louie Vuitton body bag you whole neighborhood Moving in force, just like Darth Vader would, As any good player should Find me driving on the side walk stateside During a parade of gay pride Sucking on a lollipop nugget center full of cyanide Bad bitches like me seem to be a breed you can't seem to find About this mystery fools seem mystified, About this you can quote me, I've testified. Playing stunner on the coroner When I'm blowing the barometer That the shit I done haunted her like that rattle by the carburetor nixing plans by by a saboteur and executing any collaborator On the word of a corroborator Face it, when I make It You don't see me I de-erect your bones into creamy Ooh, it makes my coffee dreamy Bad bitches I'm set Weak bitches you wet Other niggas you wish Our asses you kiss So blow me that kush Blow it in by o-rings See a bitch that don't know me Know that bitch gon' blow me For that bitch, she gon' owe me All this you can quote me. I dreamed of Paris again list night

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I'm the first born. My mother loves me best. I never made my grandmother cry. My father claims he's so proud of me. People tell me I'm cordial, that my speech is posh. I know the good book and how to make a happy look.  I never had a drop of beer of a puff of tobacco. I Didnt feel it was something I lack though. But now daddies flied, and momma tried. The rest are dead and far, And so now I wanna go farrrrrrrrrrrr. But I'm done with pure I want to got to the devil, I wanna be evil I Don't wanna cry I wanna die. But If I'm going there, I Don't wanna say babye. Naw I wanna Click cognac and dip a cigar. I dont want a home, give me a bed And If I'm alone there well thats not where I'm head, I'm going to where its bright, and If I'm there its gonna be right! Drop all the trite, I'm gonna go where I'm quite alright! I've got the ambition, and the best the best rendition of your sedition.  And I'm gonna go farrrrrrrrrrrrrr Pent Up cruelty and opportunity I make, these are what I'll use to get my cutie, and maybe act a little fruity. I want to rape and pilage that's the best of life..I'm gonna Go out and sow a little bit of strife. I want to have a suit of wealth and taste, add some thril to the chase, put a cigarette out in your eye for giving me the try. I want to go to the devil, The young and elderly follow me to my revel, as I take it up another level I' Wanna go farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Gonna go to the Republican Rally, Not gonna be in the pristine valley, or the shadey alley All so I can meet the Host of the hour, Give a look ev'r dour and now he's on the hook. It's all mine now, I've got the golden cow. Cause a scandal while I'm under the flannel. Myabe spread a little lie with my Chanel Cause now I've gone to the devil. And all I can do is undress the judge with my eyes as he hits down the gabble. Momma I might not be home at night but know how ever many peices I am I'll be all right Momma you couldnt even do this if you tried. And maybe I'll look back and wish I hadnt lied down and fried. But christ, If I want to look back and know I did'nt try. 

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A day at Badabing

Wazan La Frou Frou

ha ha ha ha ha ha Look at that cheap weave, bitch got no class Bitch thumped pills of her ass and parts of her fell out, trash Oh damn this a top bitch, nary a glitch Haute couture, with top hat and holder, with fire eyes that can make a soul smolder. I wouldn't mind at all to unwrap this gift Need a lift? Hottie in Armani with the Audi Pull up to the moon, Top gear vroom vroom, Going past zoom zoom zoom Badabing ding ding boom boom Why yes indeedy dee I wouldn't mind at all to unwrap your gift Need a lift? Already made it rain, but thats last weeks special Lemme show you how to make it shine, Bitches hella fine popping up making a line They're coming here to hear me tear a new one on a pulpit Cuz I'm blowing some lines out the testaments, Yes I'm old school I got them lines of Leviticus Lines of Leviticus but what these bitches dont know is that they the fluffy white lines not the kind the airplane leaves behind. Naw Nigga this is worth more than its weight in gold. Kinda things that'll put youre life and dick on hold. Sad really, I gotta get a new class act to ruin every month. But I cant pry myself away from the hunt. They all end up a whore, 99 problems out of 5 score, drop'em now my only issue is picking among them for the harem of my Sheikdom Mess with me again and you'll need asylum in the bedlam Looks like I've made the Czardom, Bankhead tellulahs, If you a bad bitch holla my hallelujah, Lemme know if you the mauler to the squalor. I'm Chris Kringle, I keep the tally, faux Gucci, crap hooch, and a newly fixed mama hoochie Naughty naughty, Hahahaha Haughty folly Swans, Put the elves on notice, Rock the threads like you a parisian Elvis, Thrust ya pelvis, Crush them worse than Jeff Davis,  do it right like you Nostradamus mabus Hottie in Armani with the Audi Pull up to the moon, Top gear vroom vroom, Going past zoom zoom zoom Badabing ding ding boom boom Why yes indeedy dee I got the keys to pearleys, My little cherub with the locks so curly come with me and we can take this for a whirly while you arrive early, bottle of bub on nimbus with temple, Shirley We got the villager sinister Kissinger, administer cardio arrhythmia while you experience my schizophrenia Reference your academia by encyclopedia for this trivia get left by my me in bulimia, ill laugh and put it on my multimedia, aint nothing easier Insignia of the feral, ignore at your peril, cause if you do I'm a gonna getta be a trigga nigga I already went Donner party with benji franki  He was worth more to me dead than you alive and frankly im cranky, But whatchu gonna do to this massacre Verde' hue? But now I dial, I need a fix I need a boost Rangy dangy, JP Morgy MD, my doctor, These stupid hoes are watering my eyes doctor, too ratchet for my retchlessness I think its that time of the year, can you help me dear? Why yes we can. Spick and span, we can rid ourselves of all this flim flam. This is a prescription for a foreclosure repossession, hit the bitch with the bottle and repeat until desired lesson *BREAKING GLASS* HAHA, It's like Whack a Mole! *CLANG CLANG CLANG* Cherub! GO Faster, I want up side his head with a buttle of bub Hottie in Armani with the Audi Pull up to the moon, Top gear vroom vroom, Going past zoom zoom zoom Badabing ding ding boom boom *CRASH* Why yes indeedy dee  now you In Da Club.

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New Sensation

 Wazan la Frou Frou

   New Sensation

  Unfurled snow lays on the winter ground

Days of rush are only homeward bound

clacks are no more tightly wound

time for rest was never found

  But keep yourself in a happy little way

Twinkle little star beyond the bickered fray

  All is done, Fret here none,

 Enjoy your forlorn situation.

  Puff your smoke, Pop your yoke, Lines of coke.

Creat an amazing new sensation.

  Momma smiles at her child never had.

Pills help her throught this life's fad

Stay 'round 'fore growing quite too mad

Forget your things kept so sad

  Remember here, to have no fear

Winter comes but once a year

  Keep yourself in a happy little way

Twinkle little star beyond the bickered fray

  All is done fret here none,

Enjoy your forlorn situation.

  Lines of coke, Puff your smoke, Pop your yoke.

Create an amazing new sensation.

  Down the street there is fun indeed.

Where pixies play and take no heed.

no need here for family creed.

Go with them and take their lead.

  Pop your yoke, Puff your smoke, Lines of coke,

 Create an amazing new sensation.

  Earth has thawwed, Days are broad, Walk with God

Welcome all in his creation

  Bluebirds fly without a hesitation.

And as he works through prestidigitation

Providing all the world's illumination.

While with the Gardens you forget all the little lamentations.

So appreciate severity of thine present situation.

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Minky Minky

Wazan la Frou Frou

  Minky Minky

  8 Minky minky minky minky minky minky minky minky,

Pinky, I got closets full of minky for my every little pinky.

Take you to a high time full of kinky

Let me show you how to wear it just a little slinky

  Fly you to the pearly gates

Hear your future with the sullen fates

Take you through the better traits, leave behind the bougie weights

  High, Fly, High time,

come above the rising tide let them cry, pass them by

  3 High and dry High and dry High and dry

2 Come with me so we can fly Come with me so we can fly,

3 Fly Away, Fly Away, Fly away

Fly away, as they pray.

  2 Time to have a real good time, Time to have a real good time.

2 Stay with me, Stay with me, 

 see how fun we can be. Stay with me and see how far we can be.

  Come together through the motions

  Sip of Henny, sip of Johnny

Hit the Jeffry, Blow a Bobbie Dylan

3 Slipped you with my lovely potion, Slipped you with my lovely potion, slipped you with my lovely potion

  Get a notion of my motion for the locomotion

from my lovely potion, here take some lotion.

  Rub it down a little bit, Rub it up a little bit.

My arent you fit,

come and take another hit from ol'e Pandora's kit

  Come and try a bit,

come and take a sit,

Yet has your fire lit?

  3Roaring huh" Roaring Huh? Roaring Huh?

Feral as a Calie fire,

Ooh, burnin' out the racing tires.

My how our touch is such a liar.

Prostituting out for a hire.

No more  preaching to the choir.

3 Once you had addressed me as the sire. Once you had addressed me as the sire. Once you had addressed me as the sire.

Taken hearts with your pliars.

Perils never

3 seemed so dire, seemed so dire seemed so dire

Everything comes on  down to the wire.

  Retribution for your ways, fly back the shit that be so cray.

  4 Low Blow, Low Blow, Low Blow, Low Blow

2 To you assy assy ho. To you assy assy ho

  4 Low Blow, Low Blow, Low Blow, Low Blow 

Boy What you lookin' for?

Something that you dont wanna show?

3 Go and crow! Go and crow! Go and crow!

No Yolo?

3 Ooh a gun! Ooh a gun! Ooh a gun!

2 So you wanna have some fun? So you wanna have some fun?

Maybe just a couple ton?

  Just ignore my double bun.

Oh you forget I was a special hon

  Let me show you how to work this,

You aint gonna shirk this.

Loving me has all the perks.

See how this could always work.

  3 high and dry, high and dry, high and dry

2 Come with me so we can fly. Come with me so we can fly.

3 Fly away, Fly away, Fly away.

2 Time to have a real good time, Time to have a real good time.

See how fun we can be

See how far we can be

  Come together through the motions

Got a notion for my motion for the locomotion.

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Coronation

Coronation

Wazan la Frou Frou

We reppin old money, fuck all ya

Try to tell us all how you run this shit

Well keep on keepin on you’ll never see the coup de tat coming, followed by frown, Copy, paste, erase, coup de grace

Runnin the shit, now who’s runnin the shit?

Who be runnin the shit

Dynasty newly dawned, why don’t I tell you now

 Frou Frou crown, All that shit you been spittin, everywhere flying, alla it I have the pleasure to down. My duty, tis Noblesse oblige's

Runnin the shit, now whose runnin the shit

Who be runnin the shit

All the promise you had when you sported The bronze, out the window with this cad, Playing the pawns, All a ya I’m looking to pawn, But never a swan, Y'all keep fronting Kreayshawn, 1 hit wonder, Torn asunder, cracked by thunder, Bitch channeling crack head sound, Me I’m Totalitarian posture Strutting Haute Couture, Get my chauffer, Purely she’s torture, send the telegram I’m invoking the cloture. I’m channeling Bankhead tallullah, Daddy rep speaker from Bama; I’m living the Joi de vivre. Life hot as the lava, Hope all you get is some trauma. To all this I say Thank you my mama

To Nicki Minajesty, The praise is more than formality, its crucial practicality, Spittin an F-22 brutality, Oh the themes, the themes, it’s a death march, and she leaves em in tragedy, oh the voracity.

In her spirit I am taking the cue, Up there alone, it’s only a few, must be cold as hell in heaven, I’m coming on through, pardon the aggression, I’m piling it in rapid succession, but I have a confession, Yes I have a confession, I am sorry that you never personally felt my transgression. The sting of the pain, it all comes to a great psychotic depression, when the gubment come and commit repossession.

Ohh shiny shiny, shiny SHINY SHINY SHINY, SPARKLE SPARKLE SPARKLE, Clink its Absinthe Bohemian, Sweet fiery spit, flying with the swan fairies as the Black swan dragon, Join me and light the world ablaze, go ahead and hitch to my wagon. Get seen in the court with the satin, where we're there for honor, Best be knowing you're Latin, All proceedings require this for tension to slacken.

Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop, Converse with the Police, plead the fifth, Talking helps pure myth, Don’t wanna hear? Fine go ahead and writhe, I dunno how it feels under a scythe.

Swans, Flap all of the feathers, Get these weak bitches a listening, rumble all the webbers, and get me an earthquake fukushimaesque

Rumble Rumble Rumble, Trouble, you felt it came but you never see it coming. gubment coming and rounding ya up, for your protection.

Runnin the shit, now who’s runnin the shit?

Who be runnin the shit

Dynasty newly dawned, why don’t I tell you now

 Frou Frou crown, All that shit you been spittin, everywhere flying, alla it I have the pleasure to down. My duty, tis Noblesse oblige's

Runnin the shit, now whose runnin the shit

Who be runnin the shit

It’s a regulatory capture, Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who watches the watchmen? The radio bank, yes it’s the radio bank, they rounding ya up for the radio bank.

So let me tell ya now it’s for yourselves ya thank.

Summary: reign of terror, Coronation, Laissez les bons temps rouler, Confession, Cloudy proclamation, Richter Frou Frou, judicial review, Accountability, Commendation

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Weak Bitch

Wazan la Frou Frou

Weak Bitch

Bad bitch, Propaganda out my name

Feral Calie fires to me seem ever tame

People trying to talk a good shell game

I’m catwalking for the war game

Conquer out the shelves as an icon

Conquer all the lands trump Genghis Khan

Conquer all the hearts swoon Don Juan

Walk a tight rope Out of Taiwan

Never see me coming I’m a black Swan

My arrival is the fall of Saigon

The Weather is mild, My aura is wild

Top bitches lightin me up, Smokin up the  club

Pulling into  Windy town, Limousines best hide the frown

Veblen goods in my lounge, Art auction awaiting my pounce

Revel up this level, Downin the trifle

Yeah you looking over here while all my aristocracy cheer

I Aint havin no fear  Y'all Cant even get to my tier

Bitches lives are dying; other niggas try prying, Getting em to crying

Gotta be diamond, Lucy with me in the sky, See how we shine

Peeps must be wondering,  How do get thundering a plundering

You a soft bitch, Melancholic little itch, Must be runnin a glitch, hitchin up a hitch,

Cant be finding your niche, aint ever been rich,

Cant even make a pitch, tryin to mess with this witch! Throw back a fit

Bad bitch, Propaganda out my name

Feral calie fires to me seem ever tame

People trying to talk a good shell game

Im catwalking for the war game

Conquer out the shelves as an icon

Conquer all the lands trump Genghis Khan

Conquer all the hearts swoon Don Juan

Walk a tight rope Out of Taiwan

Never see me coming Im a black Swan

My arrival is the fall of Saigon

Little soft bitch, cant even come to the show

Im preaching up a storm, Im coming to crow

pray for your sins, And come to your sense

Nada guarantee future tense, Free, Doesnt cost a pence

So come and adore you fucking little whore

Before I go and roar, And I get to do a chore, Soon Pieces of you washing onto my shore

Praising up a steeple see my people

Pelts are hangin in the pair, Nat Sherman and Davidoff linger in the air, English lambskin for the butter leather chair.

Best be lookin like youre a mcmillion, Acquired blood from a reptilian, Hope you’ve spilled vermilion, Not safe for you civilian, Too much feelin? Go sit on pavilion. Ok so how you feelin?

Here take a sight. To the right sittin in the height  Russian Deacon, you see him in pink mink, ceo infamous bad bitch Inc.,

Power de jure, When he rains it pours

Fire hoop your coop, leave in his cts coupe., while you flying out in troupe.

Gettin ya twichin, Still Needing a stittchin, he models channel, 'n Channelin ole village Potemkin.

Ending the rudimentary ways is elementary, hell leave your louis Vuitton body bag complementary.

Leftward is the patriot supreme, from the crop he is crème, Fine as hell, his teeth they gleam, hes an american dream.

Bougie befoogerie is beyond his menagerie. Bitches fuck with him and get left in tragedy.

Lining his walls, state of the art weapons, Marksman on point, hell drop you in seconds

Put him off duty , He piles the cuties, Not at all heinous, hes stuntin with famous.

Rolling in town, he knows all the crowns.

Pull up with the Lincoln Automobile gentry, strutting down my stage for a débutante entry. Put up the gray mane to step up the name. Crave what it takes to make up the fame.  hop out the leather, and the Maoi statues awaken for the change in weather. Bitch trying to get hoodrat with me, Oh ho ho ho no mondieu mon cheri. This is what you gonna wanna be, not gonna miss the breeze or an unassisted breathe. no wanna  leave, guess you wanna breed, go ahead and cede But I digress, 24 karat thrash in  your trash. Oh confession you were rash. Camels dropping in the eye. Ashen cry for the try, pussy dry and lie a life bubye.

Bad bitch, Propaganda out my name

Feral Calie fires to me seem ever tame

People trying to talk a good shell game

Im catwalking for the war game

Conquer out the shelves as an icon

Conquer all the lands trump Genghis Khan

Conquer all the hearts swoon Don Juan

Walk a tight rope Out of Taiwan

Never see me coming Im a black Swan

My arrival is the fall of Saigon

In the bully pulpit is moi, Iron fist like the Shah. Lap at my feet with the bourgeois as I put down the law.

Elegant as Hepburn, Im puffing her holder. Droppin the boulder, as your handiworks smolder, Beg, and I give you the shoulder, you aint never felt colder.

Once I was like you, I never had smiles, all that existed was darkness and trials.

But no longer I frown, my life is up side down, Im snatched my crown when I rolled into town, now my name is a noun.

Books and pavement have to be pound. You have compile the style to walk down that aisle. Fashion will fade before it is made, but beware your aides, once they have strayed they can not be swayed.

So step up the pace, and make up that face, Whatever the case, strap on the lace, chase your way to the front of the race.

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Moscow

Wazan la Frou Frou Moscow I’m in Moscow but how, I’m in Moscow but whoa, we got Frau Mao, just flew in from Macau. Flying the zephyr for furs for my whores I go to the source Must be they day of the dead, a tragedy national I’m surrounded by ghosts, 9'11 seven from heaven and Lincoln, Prada jealous, got more luxury than Milan Mink guards parting my drive, to all you bitches I strive, I thrive I’m going to the hive Driving the flashes blinded proletarians, Patrician plates I’m sporting, It’s my present and presence your courting. Go and jump in my way your chancing the fates. Didn’t you hear I got the mother fucking government plates? Driving The Zephyr Popping the boulevard strutting the avenue You poor you needing a heifer, Dressed in the rags you be knowing the true Get to the range and shooty shoot with pooty poot Clip, center dead, He ain't never seen that before Cock the head and smile the crazy whore I’m a lot you’ve never seen before. Want to see more? Zil 41 4 41 I Marshall Flying through the tanks, banks, toss a bit of dank Topless, flawless, opposition hopeless, lust confess Reverse that, disperse that, I want to commence that Fly back, civilians lit up the track, boom crack it Red square flying by, Red and mink guard intertwine, Kremlin forward, Open sesa me, thrice crowned Double eagle in me. Menya zovut sovershenstvu Moya Rodina Blagaslovil Menya Y'all probably never heard that So let me explain You hop on the train, for presence Wazan I’m strutting the pink elephants; Want to hear my name excellence My life is luxurious, to my 50 I thank, the culture is glorious, Tech is running, I apples from Peking to London Name is notorious, Evil empires we smashed, the markets we crashed. The stretch imperious. Universal military scenario, We representing everywhere, Turn on the stereo, and kick up the bass, In twinkling of an eye , render Scorched Earth face, Never respond shy or they going to pry, Can’t let em try. Now I’m leaving, I’m blowing through Domodedovo. Au revoir hos, and do svidaniya Illyanye