nigga, checking my butt I see you looking like you wanna touch, making the cut You wasn't sure, work the back and I'm working the front You had to jump
and felt My life was too short to consider your whacky self It's like this when you dip down And you are boxin' Reelin' against the ropes and you Face
get hit. This shit is twiztid deeper than that ol' french braid. ?? Kick it! [Monoxide Child] Everybody else still talkin bout somethin. What you thought you heard
This shit is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid. Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it Everybody else real talkin bout something. What you thought you heard
shit is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid. Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it Everybody else real talkin bout something. What you thought you heard
goers exclusively, and you agree I'm much better than I used to be, because J5 MC were here to rock, rhymes like yours can never be stopped You heard
Now you, now you, now you, now you, now you, whoever you are As you're listening to what I'm going to say Will probably not want to believe what I'm going
' now you see he fell Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers Know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (Uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna hear
now you motherfuckers know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?) You
eight bitch So fuck what you say and fuck what you play I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say If I can't keep it
hide unless you move to outer space 'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes So you betta when you hear the (Make room, boom, boom) Hey, sugar plum, how can you
(Recorded Voice) You are listening to the heartbeat of the Sage Sage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation
at these week Emcee's You niggas got some audacity you sold a million Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch You must be out your mind or you
up in the slit Man (fuck) that I put aluminum foil on my (dick) Cause if you catch it, boy that (shit)'ll kick you quick Better yet, you can pass me
few lines, she grab my hand, I knew she heard me I sat at tha bar afta rollin' up tha cake Then they mixed that grand moyea wit that damn kovasea French
Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a french kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street they ain't heard from him since You