I ain't goin' no place
Move? Me?!
Oh, motherfuckin', yeah
You don't get it, you don't see it
So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax
Off the tracks that I kick, come on and live it up
'Cause I get funky like diaper rash
And you know I'm mad spunky, and I'm making cash
Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets
All you porno peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing
Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing
Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK
Like a sound that goes to the depths of the soul
Well, that's thе feeling that I make my goal
Music to rock the nation
Holy moly, holy moly
Music to rock the nation
Chеck it out
Check it out
A little wine with my dinner so I'm the Grape Ape
Feel like a winner when I make a mixtape
'Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button
And I get my fuckin' fill, and you can't say shit
More soul on this train than Don Cornelius
Mad sub-woofer pumping bass for your anus
Getting on this mic at the monthly function
Wires hitting switches connected at the junction
Perlman's got beats, but that ain't no secret
Dante found his shit, and you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in SD50 till the early morning
Early morning, early morning (Music to rock the nation)
Early morning till the broad daylight
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