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Track 4 Lyrics

[Intro: DyMe-A-DuZiN]
Guess we'll [?], when we come through, just give us [?] and we can just go, uh
I'm on my Diddy
What? Huh? No
[?]

[Verse 1: DyMe-A-DuZiN]
Equipped with ragin' hormones, to make your whore moan
With more tricks to give her a tummy ache and sore bones
You should see from the last jump that I had
She jumped in my Jag' and couldn't walk straight for a month and a half
See, with these broads, I have not a bit of sympathy
Used to fein to get some, it hit me like an epiphany
That they didn't wanna get with me 'til I flicked in the business

With the sickenin' on a stick of anything which they see
I walk through the streets, flabbergasted
A trappin' hat in the summer, bashin' out in front of active traffic
Inspector Gadget, whippin' it at warp speed
To make your boy' old girl tease on this massive package

I'm the modern day Michael Jackson
Kickin' iggas while spinnin' inside of cyphers, rappin'
Burnin' with your chick inside a cabin
She be sobbin', dreamin' for semen, she's wetter then a cytoplasm

My screws loose, I'm a huge coop
I be talkin' to myself and blamin' it on my Bluetooth
Go 'head, blame it on the Goose, boo
'Cause I shut that tail down like Andropolous' YouTube

Dyme is the man, power in my hands
Fappin' to the jerk dance and Power Ranger pants
How dumb are you to think that you would've ever stand a chance?
You softer than a flower, I'm devourin' your man

I made the Freshman, but they kicked me out
Sent a self-destructive message to double X and send 'em to Biggie's house, uh
They keep askin' what this kid's about, I'm 'bout bustin' in ya chicken's mouth
Im livin' in my mind, get me out, and I'm about take my shit and bounce
[Verse 3: eLBee Thrie]
See, recently I ain't been myself
It's more like I been somebody else
Somebody nasty, very, very nasty
Here's a couple things that I did in the recent past, B
Go outside, get comfortable, and take my vest off
Take out my BB gun, and make a squirrel chest off
Take out my bigger gun and take a squirrel chest off
Go to the coop, take a live chicken, cut his breasts off
Think that's nasty? I molest dogs
Decapitate frogs
This ish is not a job, it's a hob'
I do this shit for fun

Check out some other **** that I did recently, son, uh
I take a cat, I cut it in half
I take one half, I throw it up in the air
And while it's up there, I take out my razor and start to shave it
I shave quick, kick it back up before it hits the pavement
They say I'm nasty just because of the way I do this
Whatever I do to animals, best believe I do to humans
They keep askin' what this kid's about, I like it when she eats my frank with sauerkraut
I'm livin' in my mind, get me out, and I'm about to take my ish and bounce!
Threes

[Outro: eLBee Thrie & ?]
Are we leaving?
Yeah, I think, I think—Can I get my jacket?
Yo, get it, hurry up
Yes, alright, um, yeah

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Release Date
2010
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