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Each, peach, cheek bones
I spy Tom Jones
Tom Jones down in Peckham
I spy David Beckham
David Beckham on the train
I spy
Janet, Tierra Whack (let your body move to the music)
Missy, Diana, Grace Jones
Aretha, Anitha, Grace Jones (hey, hey, hey)
Helen Folasade Adu, Jilly
Mount St. Helens is about to blow up
And it's gonna be a fine, swell day
Everything's gonna fall down to the ground and turn grey
All of my
We are the Skyhawks and we
Can be whatever we're
Soaring to be
We are great solo but
Better as a team
I'm a skyhawk
Helen Herr is my school
Soar
ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet
loud, like a lion's roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don't
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet
VERSE 1
 
Hold my calls, Helen,
I'm on vacation
Me and my girlfriend got a time share going on
in Cupertino
The Miller high life
Pour me another,
like an icicle
Sweet like a candy cane
Get down on it at the drop of a dime
I'mma candy nigga
Keep it coming all the time
Pimp C, Sweet Jones, JR, Percy
maar hoeveel kan ik nu nog dragen? JONES
Al die da wil springen, die moet helen van de breuken
Lak aan discipline en we blazen de geneugten
Vliegen in de
Fetcher run
He was just a boy
Playing with a gun toy
But few years later had no hell to enjoy
Started reading about Empires - Rome and
Dreaming about Helen
Vinci son
Still life-like oh god 
Not which side better
Twist the fingers throw set Helen Keller
Penn the Magic man now go Teller
The heart is big 
Big
as
She thank feller
Walking round blind
Helen Keller

Who knew I'd break through
Top two but not two
Got them looking up
Like achoo
Im cooking in
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, as if I were their own son. Their two daughters, Yvette and Helen, are more like my younger sisters than cousins. When you are part
Jones shudder
[Fuck buyin Prada!] I'll make her call me the Don Da-Da
I'm a computer with a super medulla oblongata
[You don't know Ap!] Save ya homo rap
gives girls orgasms.

I'm the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff.
I'm the Hulk Hogan of slamming muff.
I'm the Indiana Jones of exploring crotch.
I'm
stretch ya'
You rich still ain't gon bless ya', where I'm from this shit get hectic
Niggas pussy be tellin', I get caught just call me Helen
Never give
eh bombe - ich blow up wie St. Helens
Han die Ballance
Terence Hill
Kill Bill
Mis Lebe isch en Film
Und ich frög mich grad ob du eh Rolle drinne

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