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chris walken - housekeeping lyrics

these rappers dont have a soul
im takin kids out like chaperon
you cats could blow me
ya raps are phony im holy like matrimony
heaven sent im never dense this evidence
not the dude from dilated – hock a loog with vibrations –
i never stop to listen to opposition
its time wasted – like being drunk at bar –
f-ck who you are take a p-ss on the front of ya car – while ya in it
u can try some sh-t or just cry and b-tch
i move the crowd a mile a minute – spit it at light speed
every minute i spit i diminish the critics
the pinnacle with this – im better n they wouldn’t admit –
they wouldn’t they b-tchs my wood in they b-tches –
diddle the ditz n get rid of the digits
like karate im kicken u probably thinking i shouldn’t of did it
finally back to set it – game and match
chris appear you disappear like damon dash
in lamens u softer than a babys -ss
get injured so u can’t ball – ill call u baby bash
so when u say thoughtz is nice
its like saying jay z has crazy cash – of course he does !
ya daughter was randy like moss so she caught some nuts –
i tapped like her morse code –
she goes both ways like a forked road –
maybe not the nicest ever – but im close enough like the 4th row
lord knows these poor folks sleep –
catchin more z’s than a zorro beef
the moral ya more old the morrow
im the don like juan demarco or lord byron
take a shot with the four five
on a tour driven a ford by the morgue
where u crash like poor driving
catch me live in new york smilen
the raw rhyming got u feelin sick cleaning up your vomit –
must i repeat im raw ill rip ya crew bring em all with u –
so u best jet or u would get wrecked
swiffer wetjet im cleanin up the floor witchu

- chris walken lyrics

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