DESCRIPTION:
Fresh from my mind.

Lyrics

Communism the common ism
6 billion people marching to a rhythm
I'm off beat, not many notice the difference
My feats, aren't collaborative to their vision
I hear the horns in the street when I go by
Stuck in Jam's like Strawberries for the Dough
She's so liberal when she goes by
Hunting foxes -- Horny like old times
Huh, so try and put a ban on that?
Proceed like Cath' licks sickle where the hammers at?
All you see is red flags man and they are coming fast
Banging in drums and their hitting flats
Recite all is vital these chaps
Aren't on her lips coz' she don't like their crack, bang
Not the type to keep lypsyl, why coz' she ain't like old bags
A new edition to tradition
A con-temporary decision;
Listen the cure is religion
None drop their knickers
Holy water squirts when she dips her fingers
In the mixture of purity of sin
Never asked for forgiveness, because it's not wrong to feel or be loved from within
So what, she don't sing the praise of hymn
He never looked deeper than the make-up on her skin,
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