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Verse 1: Humberto Bento
A is for your Attitude.
B is for your Busted Ass.
C is for my Castle, dude,
and D is what you suckin', spaz.
Lemon Meringue custer Jag flyin' down the city drag.
Gettin' brains while I blaze.
You could say I passed the class.
Speed and pass, laughing at yo busted ass.
Already said that, but I'll say it like I never have.
Listen to me when I say I'm doing it like every day.
Ask me what I'm shootin', stupid. Step back, fade away.
No blockin' cept yo when I double park.
Two asians in the whip. You could call it double Park.
On to sunny pastures. Yeah it's gettin' hotter.
They wet disasters, BP - Kevin Costner.
We the ShityBoyz! Try hittin' bongs,
blazing, fucking, crazy: triathalon.
Now we cool let's cruise till we snooze.
Drinkin' booze in the pool. Retarded blunts.
Now we fools.
Verse 2: Kavi
Smokin' lots of green. I'm high up. Sour smoke.
Make a lotta green bread like I rich, sour dough.
I see some foxy tail. Tally-ho! I tally hoes.
Watch her sliding down the pole as she slidin' down my pole.
Girl I got that crazy game. Have you callin' me baby names.
Ballin' but I don't play no games. Phone calls, yeah, I got them rings.
Monkey business, orangoutangs. Her and my dick go hand in hand.
Call my whip the orangoutang cause the Lambo's orange like Tang.
Nah, I ain't a pimp, but I walk with a cane,
and I ain't got a limp, but I walk with the cane.
Don't make me shoot the blackhawks like Jonathan Toews,
cause I'll fuckin' black out kinda like Blade,
Trinity, What's gotten into me? I'm into you.
What's gotten into you? My dick's gotten into you.
Now what we finna do?
In the mood, interludes in the nude.
She suckin, vampire interview.
Verse 3: Bustin Fabulous
Fuck this. Sick and tired of soft shit.
Cheesy get the Jarlsberg. We already off that. Call back.
Put us on like it's on wax.
Get it poppin with the program for a gold plaque, oh snap.
Photo snap, frame lookin' like a twig.
Ladies love me. I got game like a fuckin' legend.
Third base with my third leg in. Give her a leg up.
Girl, lemme pencil you in, you in?
I got you hot for the piping, uh.
You know the name, let's connect like a hyphen, uh.
And I'm just doing my thang
so tell me if you're feeling all the fluid I slang, meng.
Help fuel the flame
cuz these other motherfuckers smell like tuna fish cans, dang.
I said something smellin' fishy, I mean,
it ain't the ShityBoyz, but something smellin' shitty, I'm sayin',
We lampin', but got fire to light the way.
Brighter days, light the flame, fighter plane.
Bombs away.
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