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pan amsterdam - hunan garden takeout lyrics

fried chicken gizzards and wonton soup
better tip me five dollars or it’s rice filled with rat p–p
i got to bags right here, it’s your choice
you think it’s another order, tip me good and watch the voice
lazier than a [?]
you think we’re rigging elections, couldn’t be more discrete
our default style is like david carradine
bruce lee can’t blame me for taking up kung-fu
so go and k!ll bill
it’s the only way they would know pai mei, shoutout brother be ill
ey, fake dilla head still mad
gotta go somewhere and cop a casio, best carreer you ever had
hard-earned 360s from live nation
me and my man monkz, we stay on a vacation
he like ’em black, i like ’em white, my self-hate’s intact
give her slack if you like

just kidding
i wanna be the next mce, turn’s out, think i’m pretending?
the voodoo that you do make these dudes
turn into rudc hunters from down under, with didgeridoos
moving on
to [?] without a song
play it on special occasions, when there’s a blonde
nocturnal emissions and a bong
leaving no witnesses to say we’re wrong
and what about sisters? yo, sisters is good
nah, nah, i mean put these up under rhetoricals
like always asking: “what’s love got to do with it?”
i mean i don’t care who’s wrong or right
i don’t really wanna fight no more
i mean all we want is a life beyond thunderdome
i’m your private dancer, proud mary

i don’t freestyle, i don’t jump and i don’t ask how high
hooks are for the fetals, don’t ask me to comply
respect my flight, or i’ll drain ya, like a vampire
welcome to fright night
hollow be your interior
i am drinking holy water, you can see yourself up in the mirror
mj and all day asking me to change my ways
but i swear i heard you shop matte
monet is not van gogh, man
and you got billy jean, claude van damme
serioso, latina mama bride by my side
knowing that’s sweet as fabuloso
[?]
that caught fish funk, now watch me slam dunk
wishing you’s a little bit taller and a baller
but your girl look good, so i called her

[?]
battin’ an a 6.9 on the richter
[?] big trouble in china with a v8
that’s
connecting points, duck sauce on fried joints
cannibal cannabis, oink-oink
pork, beef sweet and sour
let her stay on a [?], watch her turn on you within the hour
see, you want all the details
we keep it g-rated, like the cartoon duck tales
ooh-ooh
chippendale rescue rangers, keeping me from danger
jeremiah’s spoken, it doesn’t get any better than this
so in closing remember this:
a dog look confused back at his master
for picking up his stool like: “the f-ck you doing?”

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