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letra de regulard grind - big jim s

don’t attack him benjamin’s lets only with our gl-sses on count them\
bar 4 bar i can multi-lingual even latin like i’m opus magnum\
silly ratings that don’t ever get the finished undiminished and unvarnished airplay\
this is the same cl-ssicus locus of miracle rap no abra kadabra or hocus pocus\
i’m riding turbo speed ford focus when i begin to showboat this\
i had a friend who was poor he wanted some shoes but his mom scrubbed floors prayed to god to get them\
she said instead off being cool like the rest i rather see you have a brighter future at fordham shhesh i couldn’t afford them\
moral of the story is needs wants friends vs foes real vs fake angels vs snakes\
relationship imbalances in my brain i have to sit down g\
down south i’m a fruit farmer call me johnny appleseed\
indigenous species believe me cause the pastor tried to bereave me\
k!lling the game till i observe a rigamortis you the hare and i’m tortoise\
north dakota indian tight straps mortal kombat nightwolf with the work\
these monstrosity ties same color as cartoon gossamer so why bother\
i’m thinking every day talking to my mom while traveling my ancestral continent\
you get the idea i’m coming to get her this puzzling quest see super continent\
use your common sense i’m sporting top unopened action figurines\
poetical starstruck by bright lights in vegas i’m nice so don’t taunt me\
in a crafty fox with stripes lines of definite rhymes\
on top of my game putting raps on my walls next to burgundy and mahogany shingles\
my love match no one i’m single holler me later i’m eating iced oatmeal cookies drinking lemonade and silk milk with oreos cereal still\
into frenzied freakazoids and beetle box shows coming up on fox kids\
year of the big jim swift like big tims here we go again to see what mess i left\
everything i touch with my left hand turns to gold ask the goose about my golden sonnets and bars no gold egg\
sometimes when i speak i get too deep and make myself cry oh my\
she used to be my girl with a long kiss under the tree like macaulay culkin\

so so don’t keep on jacking my bean stalk again\

barz

- big jim s

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