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the underside tide with the ride
[Verse Four: 2Mex]
Come one, come all
To the Visionary hall
Ray Parker Jr. calls me when he needs a little bit of Ghostbusting
throw your hands up in the air 
BDP rockin' without no fear 
So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is 
Throw the funky fresh beat in like this
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
left the muthafucker with Dunn

You dumb muthafucker, what the fuck are we going to do now?
Let me bust this Van Halen album one time.
Cold chillin'
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 

They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison 
(You await
beautifully articulated 

Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature 

of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it 

The styles they're
things are bad with me
I can always, I can always you, you know, like depend on Lucille

Sorta hard to talk to you myself
I guess, I'll let Lucille say
yo be loadin trips and sowin
Ya knowin, throw a fancy hover in the drowin
It's kinda pleasin a ray, so baby sit, no thank you heasin
Sneazin, now what
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 

They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison 
(You await
This is just one style 
Out of many 
Like a piggy bank 
This is one penny 
My brother's name is Kenny 
Kenny Parker 
My other brother I.C.U. 
But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
But your album sound like you give your nuts
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by
you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that
of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss
My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff
From the kickoff to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs
Ice glazed


What up ray was speechless I ain't no what too say
Got the call like at 8 am with Nate saying
You had passed away I'm like why niggas
as an album concept

But soon enough the truth reveals
The lies you claim in your rep
'Cause we the realest not in the sense
Of claiming hardest on wax
What you
and download every rhyme that I spit
You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip
None of those rhymes is on the album bitch
It's a storage facility where I
it seems
Get it how you live and album sales wouldn't matter
Still running through you niggas like a mother fucking bada

I was conceived under
cyclopean monuments. Feh! If only they knew the true extent of this great cosmic puzzle! They are as fools who view a tapestry in a darkened room by the light