Lyrics:
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How'd you think the big man flirts with Mrs. Claus?
He said, "Get up, get down, come on it's Christmas"
Rockin' around, come on it's Christmas
It's a late Friday night
The street lamps are shining
Up in my bedroom
There's a mighty big fight
Between the thunder and lightning
Wonder who
some dynamite
A big box of matches he swallowed all serene
And out he went and swallowed up a quarter paraffin
He sat by the fireside, he didn't
escape corporate hell
Mr. McDouche on line 2 for you sir
Thanks Crystal, put him through
Don't think about leaving
We'll lower your pay
Cut your
MYSELF
I gotta find a reason
for "Why I am Here?"
All these years
I've been trying to become
a big shot kaiju
So I'm gonna cut the crap
and just growl
RAWR
a bati boy in 'im head like a rasta
What's my name bitch? (Mr eXquire)
Don't forget the muthafuckin, without that it's nothin
I bring the ruckus, these
The walls would turn pink
I lied to his face
Called him Mr Big
He's the shadowman
The shadowman
Calling around at 3am
Seems he wants me back again
learned by them Kurds about them dollars and cents
It was never my transaction it was however I did it
I was impressed with the whips
I asked my father
done Mr. Kim, I shrunk 'em down to ticks
Just hit me at noon with sixty dollars and two knicks
I gotta split, yo va, ah ill kicks
What's the shit,
flavour on brothers
She can?t find Mr. Right
No no no no no
But she sure knows how to choose him right
She?s got the craft to make him spot on
Her
travel the ground
I watch from the balcony, this is a busy town
I kinda like Miami, I might lock it down
My girl with me, she cook better than Mr. Chows
different like strokes
But there's no Arnold, Willis, Mr. Drummond and no jokes
I'm provoked, by a world who wants to choke me out
My light's lit, but like
high, with the big guy I'm not alone
Playa's joanin' make suckas hot, keep on tossin' stumblin' blocks
I know evilness will not stop and still Flizy will
darker faces of hate who wait and prey that I banish
and if they could man they would take Mr.Flizy and banish
or just eradicate IBN eternal
systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I
flowin' by, is way too big to bound
If I should speak up, and say hello Mr. Uppercut
Oh, how nice to have avoided you
I'll bloody bleed on everything
at the show seating is unlimited
Never know what's gonna happen Mr. Zappin's got big ideas
Life goes by in the blink of an eye we're gonna take it for all it
Sun-in on our hair by evening it would look like hell
Orange, brittle - hey who cared as long as it still feathered well
I'd be lost without my email still
it's at nigga?
I'm a cut throat nigga
I told her gone off that Nitro
Go mani on yo block makin sleep wit the lights on
Mr. Vicious down to do
"My line of work is considered by some to be a...
A tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
And there are others, that
Or bring your Baby by your Mama and then we gone shoppin',
I got'cha rockin' knickerbockers in the summertime,
I'm lovin' how you smell in Chanel number
Now, check this out.. Touch, Mr. Rossi.. (whassup)
I gets a page from the breezy, right? (right)
She like "eh yo, yo, can you put me on the list
Prison or hell, I'm thug livin for mail
Wit clientele from the ATL back to the Bay
I bubble up, to servin double ups, back in the day
Mr. Packin still got
fuck I hate to win if I play
This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke
When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'
I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real,
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