Lyrics:
the brown areolas
I like the women with the brown areolas
Brown areolas
Brown areolas
Tattoos and pasties around the areola area
Breast all out causing mass
The day turnes to night
Wicked grins desire in the air
Warmth kisses flaming
Swollen breasts showing
Sexy hips in motion
Mass christians by day
Are you ready to unleash
LYRICAL MASS
Open the latch
Lyrically blont
Its a fact that I stick out above the average
Split ya cabage my flows raw
pon yuh head, try dat
Do your batty and your breast, why not?
And your body never made ina China
Stand firm pon di buddy, yuh nuh gigi rider
Fuck
batties, big breast...so much gash no tym to rest
straight to the ting, no tym to caress
…, we don't settle for less…shines we don't settle for less
No
and forsaken, tarnished even, taken by abyssal creature's parasitous beings, spiritually rotten, phisically, festering... Breasts coup DD, a voluptuous body
at breast
Is life really a test?
How can a man confess
Even in pain I'm blessed
I'll keep taking these reps
What can I do but my best
Getting this off of my
a pretext
And a justification to powerful financial interests
And corrupt politicians to precipitate the entire World
Into a spiral of mass unemployment,
cash
Unlike all the mass
Who pay all your tax
I'd rather fucking blast
Strong with the force
I'm just so ill
Strong with the force
I'm just so ill
So
Now they know, there he go MASS DEMP wit da
Raps wow, he don’t fuck around
One thing I know ‘n I’m ‘a sing it loud, sing it loud
To all my folks: hope
bad
Some gyal nuh get di memo, har face wrong
Mi wah fuck yuh wid ah anticipation
Mass times acceleration, force
Big batty gyal, horse power like
Once again the workers rise with the lark
There's a mass going on in the people's park
Silent and determined they set to embark
On a three day fast
this slanted eyed bitch for granted
I couldn't understand it
The ass broke out like mass transit
I was wit' it 'cause she
Was with the Freaky Deaky
repercussion, cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit cha ass down, hey, bouncin' out ta flushin'
Check extra P by the boom
of the skies is alive and highly verbal
It plays for mass destruction
Frightening the sight of darksome banners on the wind
Tumulus the cumulus, its drub
mass debate (Masturbate)
And we can fuck, but we can't date
All this cake, he want a taste
I might just put it in his face
Bounce that ass if you bout
walking round like Van Gough
Honestly it's probably the lowest that you can go
I'm praying you get better go to mass and light a candle
In the hopes that it
Assaulting women
Mass pussy obliteration
Sucking and fucking is all that they're good for
Without a vagina they're totally useless
Her breasts pushed together
From the primeval mass
Let precious chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication
Beloved by Set
May the winds gather her together
From the secrets
on my stacks
Just so I can get my cash right
While with the coca
Runnin' miles on my mass pipe
But I don't double them
I don't got a Maybach
Soon
Before you go
Do me a favor
Give me a number
Of a girl almost like you
With legs almost like you
I'm buried deep in mass production
You're not
the breast though
While I'm gettin' info out of her, girlfriend's side of her
Doin' this already, I'll be in that and out of her
Ask her friend, "What poet
is full of meat
And she makes love to everybody
Walking down the street
Avocados filled her breast
Cauliflower filled her brain
Ripe bananas were her
stop
Twist the Snapple top
Off, pierced her breast
Kept her hair processed
No panties underneath the dress
Wally ankle bracelet
Polo frames
Her shades
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