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4 broz by broz - potbellies lyrics

[saruman of many kronics]
we don’t have potbellies – but we’re fat
we don’t have sonar – but we know where it’s at
we’re not radioactive – but we’ll melt your face
saruman – steve genes
we rest our case

phantom menace striking back lyrics rushing like zerg
did i break your concentration? i hope it was insured
if you’re having rhyme trouble, i feel bad for you son
i’ve got 99 problems but a bridge ain’t one
if i had my druthers, i’d pen another with precision
don’t have shinigami eyes but i’m a man with vision
step off fool; i serve only ner’zul
call me silmarillionaire, i ride dirty like the nazgul
i’m neutral good with maxed lyrical dexterity
you hosers suck more than gravitational singularities
are you asking for a challenge? or have i misunderstood?
you’re out of your element; doubleplusungood!
i stole fizzy lifting drinks; i’m 1337
you’re still fumbling through basic grammar lessons
are you thick as a brick? are you out of your gourd?
steve genes is here to teach you the fear of the lord

[stephen genes]
girl, your b-tt is like a crayon
so cray, 64 shades
draw all day, sharpen on the back
keep the tips tight, talking bout the big box
girl, that -ss is like a crayon
so cray, 64 shades
draw all day, sharpen on the back
keep the tips tight, open up a big box
doodle all night

the beat- it’s a steamer like cleveland
believe what you read when it’s written in my s-m-n
b-tch please, you know my skeet is mac and cheese and you’re a vegan
so only artificial creamin’, only california dreamin’
like benson, i’m breezin’
breathin’ rhymes instead of air, i’m the best there, i’m first chair
plus i got chest hair, big testes – yes a blessed pair
thanks engine make you blank stare

[saruman and stephen genes]
tater’s rhymes are windows 8, yours are msdos
reel mc’s lines will strike you down like in paradise lost
oatmeal is lumpy, he’s the scrumbletown prince
half mast is a blast in the -ss from the past
2k10 knows when, what year is it again?
rage-a’s the spell-caster, like macaulay the pagemaster
tangerines rips out your spleen, makes you live in a latrine
“forever”
4 broz shows bust more guts than kiss
if you’re gonna spew, spew into this

- 4 broz by broz lyrics

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