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ghettosocks - rappin' for fun lyrics

[intro]
chinese boy: look, mister, there’s three rules you’ve gotta follow
billy peltzer: yeah, what kind of rules?
chinese boy: first of all, keep him out of the light. he hates bright light. especially sunlight. it’ll k!ll him. and keep him away from water – don’t get him wet. but the most important rule, the rule you can never forget, no matter how much he cries, no matter how much he begs, never – never – feed him after midnight. you got it?
billy peltzer: sure, kid, whatever you say. hey, listen: thanks
“we ’bout to get it started.”
“word is bond.”
“brought turntables out and hooked mics up, god.”
“yeah.”
“you might be wild, but i’m on the iller tip.”
“while i lay back and lean on the snare and the kick.”
“it’s about that time.”
“most definitely.”
“a smooth operator operating correctly.”
“i freak beats, slam it like iron sheik.”
“nowadays kids don’t get beat, they get big treats.”

[verse 1]
i was known to switch jackets
and flip chickens just to switch status
leaving sh-t at your chick’s address
socks is the baddest
had beef all over the map. here comes the pun, son – call me mcatlas
peep me with the zoom lens, i’m here to tie up some loose ends
while you lose friends like a snake lose skins
play rocky as your stupid troop grins
with a flying squirrel ally-oop to your moose chin, no
this ain’t a movement, i stays elusive
cruising with a few cliques that speak a few lips fluent
got a tongue like a gat and ain’t afraid to use it
you talking ’bout “show and prove that”? watch me do this
leo and cancer, you fly as son?
i’m iverson
in other words, my free throws are answer
wanna cross-fade? don’t get it backwards like hamster
i ran through your camp with the speed of a panther
bottom line, you are not ready yet
not semi-fit
i got it locked while you brought medi-kits
plus your broad’s been rocking my jock steady, kid
got p-ssed around in my circle like pot etiquette
well, well, why don’t you look at this here?
dude shook in his gear, cold crooked with fear
you gonna hear a lot of coulda shouldas this year
when i pull a heist and bounce like the sugar crisp bear, yeah

[hook x2]
too dope
still lapping the sun, still rapping for fun, these actors are done
i’d have quit practicing flapping they gums and hear the
[heavy breathing]
sound of me collapsing his lungs

[outro]

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