go psychos
blow as bimbos

a bubble

we'll be gone with the flow
chic chipmunk 
you 
you are

while rubbing your dick 
I remember our flip 
at the gig wot a dig
did the split like a chick
I was rubbing you thick
you were freakin' me 
then filled me out

coz' if they're drumming for the change
they should check their chi-chi chains 
coz our chains chi-chi-changed 
we sashay we sashay

we'll be gone with the flow
sweet sweet brome
you 
you are

shit! you
you are 
        
we put cocks on the fringe and ganja
we tore it at the club, they're shutters
we are about to blend, yeahhoney 
we're a about to blow and
 
go psychos
blow psycho

gone with the flow 
deep deep love
coz we 
we are

well I'll shake and I'll may array
shit I feel how it feels 
when the kid get the heels 
that's the  kick I get 
the shit I won't regret at all 

coz we may chicken those feds                
if they wanting us fechted
there's a thing I may say 
We sashay we sashay

go with the flow
in our cheap cheap dome
you
you are 

shit! you
you are

we put cocks on the fringe and ganja
we tore it at the club, they're shutters
we are about to blend, yeahhoney 
we're a about to blow and


go ahead punk 
make my poppy day      
go ahead punk 
make my poppy day
shit! go ahead punk
yeah you go ahead punk
coz you
you are



   












You are

(uptown) prompters 
(who some took) for granted
(their laundry) is awkward 
(I use their) denials
(I am) fire
(fire within) so far
(but you chose) wrong-life
(I can’t hide) our eye

But I do do (Comfort)
I do do want Comfort

my duties with nations
I pray for them to be over
if each choose its idol
good banjee chose honey

thats the way we play
we inject shit
we inject shape
not like they
they belong to tribute stuff
to tough disputes, semental rules
detox true, disposable dudes
detoxing thru

nor pop neither style are strictly roots
(good banjee chose honey)

do cleaning do laundry 
but truly into tumbling
like they coming to teach them 
straight from home to teach them
soz i can trip you on wonders
just hold on my pull downs
in their rooms we explode balloons
in our rooms we muff-a-boom
like a-trip-a-trip on wonders
like a trip full of ba-ba-blunders
like a-trip-a-trip on wonders
like

Trick-a-trick-a some and fuck on while you can
Evil bitches always do so when they look upon the drag
Tamed design if they hook you right if they are up will I 
Coping is not always fine 
Into blurring time trying to get shit by

Pogo (Comfort)
Rudy (Comfort)
Banjee (Comfort)
Motor (Comfort)
With Ganja (Comfort)
Came Molly (Comfort)
Called Sucker (Comfort)
With money (Comfort)
I do do (Comfort)
I do do want comfort 




Comfort

blunder&blunder round to rebound that
stock your props so kink kids can go for it
like a pipe they light the ride
they even cleared their grime from sight

look out look out bite soft what root youth
bluetooth, blue tunes scoop all around you
wish props could 
glance you too, I say

their filthy drums ain’t rudy
I may be high for my duty
and I hide from Cocky Drone
He drifts quite long and say

Blender blender boot root and put some
rudie hoodies up for our hum tune
they often light the night ride
they even cleared their grime from sight

wicha wicha bending out finger
me singer seeks who sits on what lingers
lux-rooms-fools turn 
lax-rooms soon, when I say

their filthy drums seem cool but  ain’t rudy
I may be high for my duty
and I hide from Cocky Drone
He drifts quite long and say

Hootchie coochie’s crashed but stayed jamming’
Money-Bunny seemed so stunning 
your long-run hassle has one big blunder
Hookie Rudy shown me you’re under

so raving kind
stay behind
as far I see
they’re coming right
said before
here we are
we’ll be kicking mass
on the timelinex2
here we are



Props

we’ll retrieve all what they picked
will leave it fucking clean
take the deal x3 come here

duck-boy you’re doing something wrong
they will laugh about your cast-signed plasters
call the master go go call the master

you jigsaw you’ve coped with bastards for so many years
you created that fiction but run out of options
that’s how you retrieve like me

shake your guilt x3 get real

set the bomb
baby trap them all 
baby set the bomb
c’mon
hump them all
baby set the bomb 
baby now they know
you know

trap them on the dance floor

they run on some shit they believe to get thrilled
they loved so much but you turned out so hard
that’s why you retrieve like me

twerk x3 come and retrieve your check 
coz there’s lots of option there’s lots of fiction
that’s why you retrieve like me

shake your guiltx2
come take the deal get rear

hump them all
baby set the bomb
baby say the name of god
trapped them all
baby set the bomb 
baby now they know
I know

trap them on the dance floor x2

it’s quite of a hymn and it goes like 
Fist Funk x3 c’mon
Fist Funk x3 go on

trap them on the dance floor x3


Fist Funk

Grungee! 
You go unrooted 

Even Gansta cloned their eye but lone we stayed all night
A root to boot too fool a book they hooked on you at school
A room to spit some true
TV tucked you thru, I say

Hum Grungee
That crappy old song about dying

They have pockets for them all 
They keep putting big bets up 
They said boy you’re a symbolic humble son
With a doubtful speed for the show 
When they go
It’s half for me and half for 
Grungee!
Yesterday's coochie-couch 
It’s half for me and half for 
Grungee!
A symbol by, a symbol by 
Who?
A symbol by, a symbol by
Who?
Fuck, Grungee!

Fucking Gansta closed the eye but up we stayed all night
a root to boot two fools, hooked on you, yeah hooked on you
You tried so spit some true? 
TV would tuck you thru shit
TV would tuck you thru so
 
Hum Grungee
That crappy old song about dying

They have pockets for them all 
They keep putting big bets up 
They said boy you’re a symbolic humble son
With a doubtful speed for the show 
When they go

It feels right coz it is kinda tight
Grungee!
A symbol by a symbol by 
Grungee!
A symbol by a symbol by
Yo Coochie
A symbol by a symbol by
Grungee!

Hey Hey
You do it well
Yes, You do it sick but you took that piece of my own for your disease
Grungee! Yeah!
A symbol by a symbol by 
Grungee!
A symbol by a symbol by
They say Coochie
A symbol by a symbol by
Grungee!

(shit, You’re such a Coochie-Man)








Grungee

put your sneakers on the line
they feel like doing some run
those farewell bitches got you stuck
you own them, I beg you

me I’ve been banged by them tough
it’s false they like it that ruff
the way they rim you is a gold
and there are shakers around them

we go shake it shake it, rhumba
shake as if in a drag ball 
you’re ashamed about them gringos
still you're speaking their lingo 
trick go trick as some hit the finish line
there will be gagging in-outs 
there’ll be gagging bimboes 
ruff

(listen how muscles get torn 
watch how rudies get bored)

you should get it up sister

rimming to get goldx4

let the party use the toy 
lives stealing life-styles, joy
in fact they’ve been drugging their own boys
they use crack pipes as shakers

yes I’ve been banged by them tough
and it’s true they like it that ruff   
they way the pound you is a gold
and you bet bitch they win that

shake it shake it (rhumba)
shake it shake it (drag ball)
skakers in the drag ball (gringos)
are stepping on hoes (lingo) 
we know we be on the right
as you hit the finish line
gagging in-outs 
there’ll be gagging bimboes 
ruff

(listen how muscles get torn 
watch how rudies get bored)
then keep it out sister

You Own That

Right… my guy,
well he took me right by them stairs
He made me squirt all over the place, 
hit it at once yeah I locked it twice 
He had a blast but I took just... fine

No chem-sex for my baby
Now he gets off on a little G
Oh you should see him pop, my kinky boo
He looks so fine in ma’s bride costume 
Right kinky boo?
Where’s that bride costume? 
(Are you about to shoot?)

We mostly hide for what is worth 
We fuck and stuff but we have much more
We rub-a-dub-a-dub on meds with a little care
He and I always kinda yeah... dare

He's positive to a certain extent,
he’s also sick but you could never tell 
Cause History builds on pharmacies 
and a bunch of pills prevent me from writing off his eulogy

And my man said: 
“I ain’t no means, I’m the end. 
And I go blind when I pretend. 
Those viral rights you’re aiming for… 
It’s like they get it tight, return it torn¨ 
Right, kinky boo? (My kinky boo)
Where’s that black costume? (My bride costume)
Are you about to shoot? (Are about to?)
Are you about to shoot? 

My man would always hump you down 
He ain’t no means he’s just the goal
My man hates how you aim for, 
he's about to shoot? you never know
My man will always knock you down
He has the means he has a goal 
My man hates how you're aiming for 
He’s about to shoot and a bitch never know

MY MAN (kinkibu)

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