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Clark, La-Po Music (BMI)/Music Genesis (ASCAP)

Well, I start runnin' a fever
Every time he opens his mouth
She's been gawkin' at Jackson
Ever since his
or something fuck
My mouth still kind of tastes grapenuts
Here they come, nope, wasn't them
Seems like the same car's driving by again
It pulls up, "hey man,
or something fuck
My mouth still kind of tastes grapenuts
Here they come, nope, wasn't them
Seems like the same car's driving by again
It pulls up, "hey man,
in his mouth, this is my block
And Bamboo fucking with this is absurd
Ima handle my beeswax, that's my word

Came up out the darkness, searching for
(Skoal) by Cledus T. Judd and Chris Clark La-Po Music/Chris Clark Publishing Designee.

New Lyrics (Stoled) by Cledus T. Judd, Bruce Burch, Dan Saranana,
Ghost calls to visit
With my keys in his pocket
Kisses in my mouth with his
Eyes hanging out of his sockets
My memories crumble
Under still
I never lose a rhyme contest
While troublesome black rolls flows
Bleed internal external like a bloody nose
Props grow like crops
Desert boot Clarks
and answered the riddles. Though by
law she must marry him, Turandot pleads to be spared: only if she answers his
riddles-his name.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
No
niggas while I'm paper chasin'

Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)

Dogghouse in ya mouth
bumps, tryin to rap on beat
I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound
Heather B, step to me, with your thin sound
Twist your knobs, your
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
'Cause
to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker
blur the axioms fastest, crews lose lunches by the hundreds, lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing, humming keep your mouth closed, keep your cows
When he kisses without doubt
He dances at the edge of desire
He is silent when his warm mouth
Are subjugating her conscience

Afterwards unbidden
a final letter I’m leaving for my fam' but
It’s written in language they will never understand
A late repentant
Never deviating from a plan
I drive by
Cause L frames is crack, popped out, nina one of his eyes
Can't come back home, they locked out
All he did was re-up, hustle for kick money
Kept Beez
Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up?
Road by me
up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even
more
I close my eyes and lick her flood of tears
Lazy bodies lie on the steps
Victims of love scorched by the sun
Dry are also my kisses
Which I once
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
'Cause
In the darkness of Time, in the name of God
Truth dies in the dying shout,
Crying kisses or killer's hands
And the glory grows on glorious heads...
Every morning the board panel assembly judges man by his bars
Courage of heart and what he offers the cause
If he's accepted he'll be sworn in tomorrow
day

I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like
(You can march like the white man
you can talk like him, you can - you can learn his songs
you can - you can even wear his suits
but you ain't never
Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich
Pompous and arrogant,