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    Saafir the Saucee Nomad »

    Saafir the Saucee Nomad Swig of The Stew текст песни

    Swig of The Stew

    Another massive dose I’m sendin’ in
    Hittin’ when I step back to the deck
    Sidebets kick ‘em in then raise up
    Jet from the ivory it’s time for me
    To see if I can graze the cut
    Just a hint I’m shuttin’ down
    Ya pistons you’ll have to listen
    ‘Cause I’m clippin’ of the wack
    Bracket shit that’s soft so go
    Back to the troft and put it
    Back next to the Smirnoff bottle
    Where u found it from it sounds
    Numb has no feel an organic
    Synthesis did I mention this in
    The last verse no I drive a fast
    Hearse they’ll have to catch the
    Flow I’m snatchin’ a row of burnt
    Corpses and hopin’ they lernt the
    Forces that they’re up against the
    Immense in this shit will a
    Fist to the grill instill a fraction
    Of common sense you would want
    Providence to play a part but it’s
    Obvious you have no heart I’m
    Protruding a pro-tracker the
    Proportion of a slacker is where I
    Store
    The shit give me ya cup what’s ya
    Flavor it’s juice taste it a swig of
    The stew

    Now that I have a deepdish spoon
    Niggas be attackin’ get blackin’
    Eyes like racoons blew up like
    Balloons busted rusted they’re
    Getting thrusted with them
    Screw drivers who’s the livest
    Me and I love it when the
    Slug rubs another from a rusty
    Life they couldn’t cut it so I cut
    ‘Em with my trusty knife
    Skinned alive and when deprived
    Of one’s life one thinks twice
    Three time a lady Lionel couldn’t
    Pay or you to fade me ’cause
    I be learnin’ shit makin’
    Ternikits for broken English
    I’m yokin’ the seamstress ’cause
    I’m sewin’ up shit. You know
    I can rip, I rest with the
    Hobo’s yo yo’s stay up no
    Mayonnaise on the cut but I can
    Bust it wit the mustard my
    Spice is hot the radish
    Adds this seasoning that creates
    And make taste buds wanna make
    Dubs



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