Kishore Kumar Hits

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albüm: Carne


I'm biting off a piece of fuckin' meat
I'm too cold burning in the heat
Tell a poor bitch, that's a treat
Hairy from my belt to my feet
I'm boutta beat somebody live on prime time
Everybody do the wave like cosine
I'm dodging whities like they name was landmine
Lemme hit Google up for some more shit that rhyme, aye
Y'all got rhythm but it's nothing like mine, aye
You see me wishing that I had dollar sign, aye
I am the image of brown collar crime, aye
My windows tinted and my door unlocked all day
'Cause ion trust motherfuckers on this side
But I'm too lazy 'cause I'm in them new slides
And I'll pretend that I live gangsta for likes
Get out my ass that's my only advice
A nigga raised off Bojangles
What's your angle
I'm like a hammer and a sickle
Real genius like JZA
Finna make this shit sizzle
Don't need your appraisal
Wacky like I'm Ms. Frizzle
Giving like I'm Kris Kringle
Remembered like Ringo, bingo
She know the Rizzo
Rob her like De Niro, a schizo
Pirate like Skidrow
Distorted like D Rose
Blew through all the C-Notes
A hundred pepinillos, split like I'm Rio
Down a 40 for the feel while I'm out in the field
Sell the 2 for the 3, now that's a good deal
Efficient like a Kia
Scared when I'm near ya
Great like The Room, violent like I'm Doom
Money for my heirloom, deep like a bassoon
Don't have a nom de plume, there soon
You gonna get entombed
Taking off my gloves, not a cartoon
Got half of my head in the grave and I
Got the other half, half-bitten and shaved and I
Keep it clean written, hidden in the sheets
Kitten comin' up to me and you know I gotta eat in it
Got a fork in my left, I been stuffin' with it
Got a pot right in front of me and I'm cookin' all 'em
In the kitchen
Can't stop the mission
No intermission
Stirrin' all these wack bitches
Attitude on royal, call me Arthur (Arthur)
Pullin' up like 'Ye did at Oxford (Oxford)
Givin' lessons, call me teach
Study sessions, ion leech
Off these bitches
Got some funds
Like it's Harvard (oh)
Back and forth feelin' the beat knock (yuh)
Back and forth, honey drier than some sheet rock
"Oh he an Asian from the south? Better watch ya potty mouth!"
Yeah I'm Texan, call me Cowboy Bebop (what?)
Centerfold, spotlight on me though
Don't look away, eyes on that meat though
A-A Donis
I-I-I'm on it
Eyes poppin' outta ya socket
Under 6 feet, how ironic
At the frontier of the game like Davy Crockett, yuh
Huntin' for a treat like Davy Crockett
And fuck all you bitches that be talkin'
Fuck all you mothafuckas tryna get with
Me when I'm around, and don't you say shit
'Cause I'll stomp the fuck out of your faces
I see y'all tryna get a piece of this
Carne, bitch
Carne, bitch
Carne, bitch
Carne, bitch
Carne, bitch
Carne, bitch
Carne, bitch
Carne, bitch
Fuck all you mothafuckas tryna get with
Me when I'm around, and don't you say shit
'Cause I'll stomp the fuck out of your faces
I see y'all tryna get a piece of this
Carne

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