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I can make out the belt of the hunter Orion
He's climbing the heavens, he's sweeping the skies
I can tell by the stars in his glittering belt
That
to it like a kangaroo
I got jumped by a gang of two
But I showed them a thang or two
Cause I'm not no chump
Now I clock notes 'cause I make you move
just found the watch
 But hearing the bell toll for me twice a day, 
 has me fearing my grandfather clock
 And I can't die without trying. My hands
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
Ah yeah..
I'm with this..
Ahhh yeah..
I'm with this..

Hey yo, kickin wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Had a dog by the name of Old Yeller
wha

I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yah,
the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
I arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue
And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
I'll bring
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
wha

I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yah,
up Park Side Avenue on the east coast
Four years back make a track to the west (never the less)
All the Philly homies still clock snap clots
But in
1-800-Lazerface
Leave the last CE-Offer crabs and buy them Hatorade

Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed
Hunters froze up