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Lyrics: Back into my lab again, ravenous rapping african, cross-bred witha guido you get it niggerish cracker skin. Laboratory victorious, mix experiments, mix the fix in his cereal, sip a bit for an accident. I give my second-pence, second since none my records spin, evidence im intelligent set in sentences present spit. Floral excellence, cannibus flower exodus, transiet life, I try by avoiding all moral decadence. Whatever, Im better, too clever for demons, I fight the devil with shovels, my clan of rebels ready, got feet on the pedal. If its battle, its twisted metal. Steamin the tree, the greenary, eucalyptus, and clippin the stems in a kettle. Marty Mr Mcfly gave me his salutations, cause hatians had placement in the future off of money we makin. Is that a statement of fakeness thats from a fake bitch, thats stationed in a year that I fear wont make it and be full of vacance? Categorize it irrelevant, cause now Im just makin tunes and ladies changin from celibate, honin the perfect mixture of bloody raw and pure elegance, generate yall degenerates, generous flow like Ellen is. Actual a rap soul, back from a travel task through a black hole, factual macbooks out've date to this mac pro. Enter capsules, bumpin boosie and ab-soul, trap door, got me descendin, livin in laslow. Im with my intimates, check my infamous syllabus, breakin tree down in increments, we vigilante participants. Minds for synthesis, limitless to your impotence, incident break your ligaments, impetus with an instrument. Grandiloquent language, not languid spanglish, Ill tame the game, eat a banquet then cross you over so smoothly that it'd break your anklets. homo. You'd prolly like it, prolly anxious, but Im banking the world would grow and explode before you'd ever spank this. Someone comfort him, Johnny cut em like rugged mince, I convinced em to run from it, now they back on some other biz, Punch to your gut with this, uppercut to your upper rib, stuck and shut in my mother ship, tokin with snuffaluffagus. Call me J. Jonah Jameson, change my name to some heinousness, make arrangements to hang with kids who slangin bricks, drinkin Tang with orangutans in it. Karate monkey that brang the kick while Im drankin it, step aside cause Im dangerous. Now this photosynthesis, got these flowers omnipotent, potent shit packed for tokin no jokin, swear on my innocence. Venus, Serena trips, tennis and evil genius shit, preach ,dominus, to salamanders, amphibian genus cliques. Its scary, im close to legendary to every canary talker, educated flow by reading dictionary's. So my day consist's, read a script, deeply think of it, eatin quick, meet with chick, tease her lips until she in missionary. Diabolical flow that still could teach a deliquent, broke niggas braggin' just stop, your money's long as your penis. As far as I, Im that magnum poppin, fly docturine, dope rapper thats makin music while cruisin, feel like an evil genius.