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Gangsta Frama

Born outta the womb, I was a girder baby
Kick-flippin' 2 by 6 suckin' on my mama's titty
High-heel hick-stick swingin' outta solitary
Wore a raccoon mask, had a Pampers' tanned ass, and a pocket full of pennies

Rather than cryin', you’d find me cat-paw pryin'
Baptized in a 5-gallon tin cannikin
Pitchin' H-clips, skippin' over ridgetips,
Not a lie, I'm a bonafide, genuine

Hip-hop rajah, sheetrockin' leap-frogga,
Reciprocal surgeon, pre-operational doctor, tell ya
When I got caught carvin' tic-tac-toes, I was
Goin' Picasso wit' dem X's and O's

I'm a Gangsta Frama, I'm your, neighborhood creator, I'm a
Serenader too and I was made to entertain ya, I'm a
Fabricatin' fool, not another mother fuckin' lumber humpin' baffoon
Carry straight-claw dagger, housin' rounds in the chamber, that's the way of a Gangsta Frama

Before that Phillip mother-fuck tore a chunk out my thumb, you're askin' me,
"Hey, where you get that scar on your arm from"
"Well a mother fuckin' truss-gusset cut it,
Blood is gushin', to the E.R. I'm rushin'

Wonderin' what the fuck fixated me into deja vu, I'm so confused, I'm seein' 2s,
It's all cartooned, has gone tabboo, 
So ya play the Gangsta Frama shit I’m spewin onto you…you….you….


But I ain't cuz I'm not, ahh,  here to fuck around, or get your cherry popped
See in this jenga jungle I was crowned the King Caulk of 'em all
Dustin' a crop, n’ chokin' a Quad for all she's got, and never

Swattin choppers of Empire towers, or
Impregnatin' crevasses with the help of super-powers, ya see
With each squeeze I'm widenin'  the hymen divide, it's 
Plus-size from all the love I hide inside

Dude you trippin', go on and fix that crip,
Cuz the mother fucker's lookin' like a snaggle-toothpick
And give those ribs a whiskey-shot to stop the sway, oh fuck too late,
She's on her way, and I

Heard the Hawk spit "Oh shit, mother fucker's goin' down,
hit the ground and take your cover"
Nah I'm about to bounce, hit the couch,
Toke a bowl and think things over

I'm a Gangsta Frama, I'm your, neighborhood creator, I'm a
Serenader too and I was made to entertain ya, I'm a
Fabricatin' fool, not another mother fuckin' lumber humpin' baffoon
Carry a straight-claw dagger, housin' rounds in the chamber, that's the way of a Gangsta Frama

Now it's rainin' migratin' Canadiens, pneumatically
Slayed with the mother fuckin' ring-shank staves,
All met prescription strength,
Daisy-chained, hip-hung, paper-strung, placin'

Steel thistles, shit I had em impactin',
They lookin' a fuckin' pinhead Carnie attraction,
Then the jib-switch stuck still, what the fuck,
Damn this shit sucks, man we're outta luck

Well since we complacent on top this lift station,
proceeding relations of illegal exchanges,
Got my skin cinched, and it near gut my nuts
Let's ditch this fuckin' bitch nigga, It's time to roll up

So fuck ya'll 12-all pitch, I'll tap dance on yo ass,
Tip-toe to the top of this fuckin cracker-jack box,
straddle your cavity and bust a scuttle nut before I
Cap this mother fucker and tar the lid shut cuz......

I'm a Gangsta Frama, I'm your, neighborhood creator, I'm a
Serenader too and I was made to entertain ya, I'm a
Fabricatin' fool, not another mother fuckin' lumber humpin' baffoon
Carry a straight-claw dagger, housin' rounds in the chamber, that's the way of a Gangsta Frama
(x2)

Gangsta Frama

Mista Masta

Stop throwin' me cards,
I'm here for the rewards,
It's time to cash in,
Permanate my grin, ahh, ahh

You got lips full of love,  mmmm
A gift from above,
They make me wonder,
About the other pair under,  ah ah ah ah

Blonde bimbo dud,
Or the native blood,
I saw a folklore flawless, I'll still, mmm
Poke-your-hontess

Uno esposa, don't tell my
Dime pieces, I got a three novia,
When Mista Masta's here to treat ya,
I prefer my Mamacita

I need a little time to relax, toke glass so
Work that shaft, perfect your craft
All I'm gonnna ask is exposin' brass, now ya
Think I give a shit, where those lips had been last

So she stripped, sucked my dick, bound to swallow my wad, if your
Performance is profound I'll let a chaser follow,
Not gonna wanna let ya know when I'm gonna bust one just
Prepare yourself, for scrumptious consumption

Girl you're my bitch and I'm your Mista Masta
Earn a role in all my lyrical distastas
I’m a switch-hit up this shit three sheets to the wind and I’m a…
Knock one out my way before we begin

Don't mind if I lick the tips of your tits, you brought with,
Watch you squattin' on my cock, ridin' in, I see a little
Precip, from the number that I'm slayin', now
Can't you scratch my back where your ankles hangin'?

Oooo I know you're gonna like that shit, got a
Grip on your hip, gettin' primal wit it,
Give it no rest, this is not nonesense, I'm wantin' my
Confetti mess all right across your chest

With fists flyin', I near died, but I dodged it
Damn this fuckin' bitch is an epilepsiholic
fightin' for my life's what I'm fearin' for so save me,
Didn't you see the shit, she nearly K.O.'ed me

I bust another move, lovin so much, a firm touch,
With enough squeezin', just so you're breathin,
Gaspin' , orgasm-blastin', tappin' while I'm slappin',
Now you're fastin' on my albino plasma

Oooo right down your esophagus sector from testicular senders,
Fillin' by da million in ya little swimma sewer,
Spin my meat inside your heat like a rotisserie skewer.

Girl you're my bitch and I'm your Mista Masta
Earn a role in all my lyrical distastas
I’m a switch-hit up this shit three sheets to the wind and I’m a…
Knock one out my way before we begin

On your back, ya play you're playin dead, take the possum position,
A lead mannequin, (it's) is your defense mechanism,
I'll trespass, fuck yo' ass like in prison, sadomasochism,
...I'm not kiddin'

Ya think I'm sick, I'll be provin' it,
When I'm through with you and done screwin' it,
Oh look over there, that must be where the truth is,
All of your excuses hangin' 'round, fillin' nooses, like

"Oh, it's not the right time"
Well what the fuck does that mean, that you're
Bleedin', crimson shit secretin', between seasons
It’s time for a beatin' bitch you freakin', that ain't no reason

"Oh I'm tired, well maybe just a kiss"
No thanks miss, add it to your fuckin' wish list bitch,
I want some, play your possum, limp your those wrists,
eyelids slit, lovin' it, thrustin'

pumpin', I'm stuffin it, "how you bummin' girl,
I got you cummin' in that cesspool, all up deep in you,
Just can't get through, sayin' "hi" to you, watch the
Tip of my dick, play Peek-a-boo
 So relax, drop your pants, get your questions answered,
Cuz that is how it happens when you fuck with Mista Masta

Girl you're my bitch and I'm your Mista Masta
Earn a role in all my lyrical distastas
I’m a switch-hit up this shit three sheets to the wind and I’m a…
Knock one out my way before we begin

Mista Masta

Nobody Loves Me Like Me

So I was starin' at her eyes, and I decided to capitalize
On this moment, for her throat looks just my size
This is right when I life up my chin, I widen up my smile, I note the mile,
Meanwhile I'm much obliged, in fact I'm happy for the chance to be puttin' her technique on trial

501's button undone, batter-kidnapper, well she's goin' through the motions now I'm,
fore-seein' a sub-par performance, hope you, won't be needin' me to show you how to hold it, no
Matter if I'm high, drunk or sober, but I, gotta file it under mediocre, just askin' to have an
Adequate dap of cocoa-butter lotion, ya know it, now I'm good-to-go for the ol' poultry-chokin'

Nobody Loves Me Like Me  (x2)

Just hug it with a slugger-grip and ash it, windmill action be as sporadic,
As a trail-mix you're ab-harassin', my grade-A meatstick flapjackin'
Achin' for the bitch to make it happen experimentin' with the tricks and chancin'
I'm beggin' please I should be orgasmin', and I'm gettin' kinda tired of tryin' to keep from lastin'

yet I'd recommed ya, you're attempt is commended, I'm requestin' to let me
Pretend that I'm in bed, with the ten suspended overhead
Cuz you've forced me to once again, resortin' to the poster, rather than,
It's 24 by 36 in dimension and about as thick as you're double-fisted dick-grip read

Thanks again for lettin' me phone that friend, well you're borin' me, your vocals are  growin' monotone,
I'm approachin' snorin', you're holdin' up and slowin' down my remote-control cardio
Askin for a pass, grant the third to join , see I’ve had about enough of that mystery loin, so
Go summon your silicone decoy, I'll be in the back shakin' hands with the unemployed

Nobody Loves Me Like Me  (x2)

Squattin' on the porcelain god, elbows are bi-podded, all lost in thought,
Narcotted up, numbed my quads, wonderin'
What it was, why I said "yes" to drugs, see it’s
Not what my mama and faja had wanted for any one daughter or son, to be
Coughin' up for the ganja fund, a bottle of vodka locked in shotgun
I thought I outta first have some fun, well rest-assured, I've picked my poisons

See I've already heard this these conversations, they're a fuckin' curse, I can't escape from
See the only thing that hurts the worst is the fact that I’ve forgotten this verse
But it seems these dreams aren’t sleepin’ on easy street,
But I know I've got enough, to squeeze between the lines the vacant spot
The world of hip-hop has left for me in her parkin' lot

Tell me are ya onboard or are ya not, shall I be savin' ya a spot, well
Fuck it, just come over and watch me
Eat some milk-chocolate while I'm strokin' my cock....a doodle-dooooooooooooo.......

Nobody Loves Me Like Me (x3)
Nobody Loves You Like You

Nobody Loves Me Like Me

As A Friend

Walkin' all alone, along this dusty road, the only soul for miles,
when the world throws me a, once in a while
Not often but every so, she's soft tossin' me pitches,
in the form of horny, adoring me bitches,

Well the more they got to know me, pourin’ emotions, hopin’ for me,
to kick back, a little bit of reciprocation, I hate to
make the matters worse, I think I’d rather sing this verse, now please be warned,
there's just one stipulation, 

Girl, I love you, as a friend
and I need you, here and then
you can't have all of my heart, but I can
promise you a part, cuz baby, I love you, as a friend

well we hit it off quick, shit kickers knockin, hip flown rocket, your socket-jonesin’, fore we got it on,
to the lovin’ fun, my arid spell has been broken,
But now it's all begun again, monogomonistic syndicate, just tell me when,
we both be bitchin since the day we met at our friends, instead
we ended up in sweat in bed and made amends, I got this

Feelin that this fairy tale's seizin up soon, fore too long,
it's amazin’, I made it this far, up and down we rollin’ on this
Coaster, it's goin nowhere, it's supposed to not, what ya hoped for
Tryin’ to open closed doors, tired and sick, ain’t takin' it no more

I’m soon proposin’ up the notion we be BFF's
based on all the days and nights we've spent,
in bed moanin, sexy textin’ til morning

But at least we know there’s somptin’, it’s a
Close second, hell better than nothin’,
So just, don’t wreck it, can always come and get it,
Please keep me as your bestie, will you let me?

Chorus

Looks like I’m holdin’ out, til I'm one old grouch, a little too
top heavy from my pot belly on my beer can couch
Hoping for the one to come, to carry me out from my wayward sun,
and show me what this love' is all about

now as close as i could get, was my most latest shipwreck
over 2 years gone now, cleaning up the mess she left,
I’d have kept that whore, had it not been for checkin' all on board,
she bent me over, kicked my ass right out the door

now i'm on my knees beggin' please, listen to me it ain't about
your moods swings and the complications,
it's just that chasing down all them critters of yours just ain’t my
type of situation, cuz girl, 

I love you, as a friend,
and I need you, here and then
you can't have all of my heart, but I can
promise you a part, cuz baby,
I love you, as a friend

Girl, I love you, as a friend,
and I need you, here and then
you can't have, all of my heart, but i can
promise you a part, cuz baby,
I love you, as a friend

self-titled

As a Friend

The Sin

You're the rookie girl, the new phlebotomist fox
Conversin' like a whirlwind, a doctor chatterbox
Those pretty  brown eyes and your that smile have good intentions,
but yet- and you're telling a story with your those facial expressions

you strut your way, that certain sway, got nothing to hide, I like the
view of you, from, the rear as you're passin me by
just lookin’ at your bad self, you  look good, girl, you stuck it
wear your hair like you just woke up and said 'fuck it"

I envy those across, who got your protection, I mean,
All the  lucky donors sittin' in the purple section, well they
Jammin' to your groovey attitude, your chill vibe, and
when alarms are beepin' crazy, you're right there by their side.

I passed the M.H. tests, but now I'd be failin',
cuz lookin' at you has got my B.P.M. sailin'
Too far for me to see but I need to know your name, girl,
on the other side from where the hemostats hang, well...

Pre-Chorus
I wanna chew on you like a Flintstone vitamin
I wanna dip you in honey and cinnamon
Insist you're innocent, but I think you lack the discipline,
Cuz with my lickin' you'll be itchin' to commit the....

Number 14, your pump is ready, I'm
Unrestless at best, and my chest is gettin' heavy
I collect myself and recover my health as I'm about to discharge,
makin' sure the numbers on the screen don't exceed what's on my donation card

She's the chick with a click of a button, cute Kwik Tripper,
Started somptin’, with the pumpin’, body bumpin’
Gasoline combustion guzzlin’

"would you like your receipt", as if an angel had sung it,
"Sure but i yearn that you learn my concern, I'd
prefer a return with your number on it"

I see muffins for sale, comin' by the truckload, I'll, i want
the one behind the counter and I'll take it a'la mode

cuz the bars that guard my heart are startin' to erode,
by the way you flex your bicep scannin' UPC codes, well....

Pre-Chorus
I wanna chew on you like a Flintstone vitamin
I wanna dip you in honey and cinnamon
Insist you're innocent, but I think you lack the discipline,
Cuz with my lickin' you'll be itchin' to commit the....


SIN...........Commit the SIN.......


The speakers up above blared my favourite song, so I was
Far from disappointed to see you singing right along

So listen, here's my order and I'll try not to fool ya,
You can tally up that turkey but tonight I'll take your (the) tuna
So I think as I wink for a drink  to quench of that familiar thirst, but if
you're lucky tonight, you'll get a similar squirt

Let ya know I've never seen a sweeter scene and just as I'm speakin,
my sammy's landin' in my hand, I find myself freakin'..
Not deterred by the apron, you’re obvioiusly in shape, you're movin' like a gazelle,
what a place to be, enjoy the free scenery and never charged for the smell

cuz when ya give up a tom for my big john, you get the
shaved roast beef with my yummy mayo on....well.....

Pre-Chorus
I wanna chew on you like a Flintstone vitamin
I wanna dip you in honey and cinnamon
Insist you're innocent, but I think you lack the discipline,
Cuz with my lickin' you'll be itchin' to commit the....

Chorus
The Sin
Ha Ha
Commit The Sin
Ha Ha Ha

The Sin

Mista Masta - Tickle

It all started out about a score ago,
take you to the time when I was 8 years old
Remember the day, a piece of heaven on earth,
There’s Third grade filly-bird, startin' up a stir

First on the scene had it been she trip or fall,
Always hangin' my coat next to hers in the hall
Try to sit behind in assignment time,
Makin' sure her paperwork's on top of mine

We build a London Bridge ,it about to fall
I toss it to her nice playin' silent ball
Tuck your thumb, heads up, 7-up it was me
Made a card , a pink heart, will you by my Valentine?

A Hip-hop star, shootin 50 under par, fixin' scars,
Make cigars, or playing bass guitar
I X'ed out the Vette, next forget the jet,
the rest is a guess til there's just one left

We livin' in that, it's a shack, not a shed,
Or maybe in a mansion, a house instead
Breedin' 3 of me's what I see 'fore I'm dead
But you and me forever's what the M.A.S.H. game read

2 ox and a box, got the shot we bought, and
What I thought we brought to the spot we sought
A secret to me, you're the only female
that was always in my party on the Oregon Trail

I'll tickle your toes, til ya got to surrender,
Be the one to hold you close and tell ya things you'll remember
I want you by my side when He's shuttin’ the door,
Or to lay you to rest if I don't die before

In the 5th grade we kept a daily journal
fillin' it and scribblin' it, all about this girl
Teacher replies, "you've got a special friend"
Well I'm startin' to think I'll be with her in the end

Captain kickball, I'm the shit, ran the playground
Any other mother fucker's bound to get clowned
A pimpin' rhythm king, hear the bluebirds sing,
I Got tagged, dropped the flag, now I need a rescuing

there for the tan, out  you're supporting your man
Sky high in the stands, I spot my number one fan
Keepin it all in, sittin calm with your moms
Meeting me with a kiss for hitting 4-B bombs

I see a wet silhouette against the sun as it sets, where
Perfections met and it reflects off her sweat
"if we could only share" lookin’ up as I stare
Watchin’ you go over there towards the deep end chair

and on to the springboard stop
wearin' flip flops and that halter top
before i hadn't told, never shown how you're adorn
well, since it's Squints, and you're my Wendy Peffercorn

I'll tickle your toes, til ya got to surrender,
Be the one to hold you close and tell ya things you'll remember
I want you by my side when He's shuttin’ the door,
Or to lay you to rest if I don't die before

Guilty of a sin, I had to commit,
but at the time it did not feel right to admit,
Not a glance at romance, slippin' through my fingertips,
Can't miss this chance to another fuckin' tongue twist

I got something to say, should have told you before
Just a triple word phrase and I'll roll out the door
Don't mistake, won't wait shan't take it to the grave,
let you know you have my love and i'll be on my way

I'll tickle your toes, til ya got to surrender,
Be the one to hold you close and tell ya things you'll remember
I want you by my side when He's shuttin’ the door,
Or to lay you to rest if I don't die before
(x2)

Tickle

Mickey Deeze

Sittin' in the drive-thru wit' my fly-ass crew
Smokin' on a joint, wonderin' just what to do
I yell back to my buddy, "Hey, ya got any green?"
He checks his pockets, and tells me he's got 2 fifteen

We look at the menu, to see just what is written, I spoke up
"Yo dude, you could get 2 McChickens"
MY bro nods his head, like he's comin' correct,
So I flow into the speaker, real clear and direct...cuz we're

Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen

Out from the D-T onto the street, I'm bumpin' up my system,
Pack another bowl to hit it with em' and lift em'
Within a quarter-mile, I cracked a smile, listen up it's worth your while,
If I had chosen a double-dose of those I was told I won't go so senile

Persistin' our mission for sleepin' siamese U's
Risin' up like the sun the golden arch is in view
On an even keel in my wonderin' mind with these legs that I cannot feel,
I can tell from the smell of the swine, for I knew that the mother fucker must be near

Through the haze it was clear, the little message in the mirror, read the
Five-O in the rear is closer than he appears,
I'm thinkin' of the shit I'm in sittin' next to blue on patrol,
but he wants a number nine Super-Size and get it to go.......cuz we're

Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen

I got a rumble and tumble in my intestinal jungle
Gotta make a move and groove and try to smooth out the struggle
My innards are grindin', and it's providin' the friction, so I'm
Lickin' and stickin' to my McChicken addiction.............

Then I holla to my homie, can you read the special on the sign, he said
"Sure, 20 nuggets, only three ninety-nine"
She asked if I want sauce, my belly ached and throbbed, I said
"Gimme all you can without losin' your job"
....cuz we're

Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen

Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen

Mista Masta

Mista Masta

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