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"Blissfully Blasphemy"

[Hook]
Somebody is pulling me close to the ground
Nahmasayin'?
Somebody is pulling me close to ground
Nahmasayin'? Nahmasaying'?

[Verse One: Jack Cracker]
My head's pounding
I don't count on floating in this ocean, they're drowning
The blissfully blasphemy this really has to be
History actually, whistling past me
I've had a clenched fist since I've had a sick bench
I act on instinct so I graft my pen's ink
To represent things as I see 'em
There's peasants and kings no in-between 'em
I'm on horse catching dust from your chariot
Won't get divorced so I won't be marrying
Robin Hoods of their merry men
My rotten foot can barely stand
But hopping good as I really can
Yes I can yes I c-c-can can
I plan mad headstands and I can't land
I'm a brand new man when my hand's stamp
For a band who jams a phat set, but y'all know that
Don't feel I need to hold back
I won't kneel on my bozack
Grow steel
Not no bubble gum rapper, no number one Cracker
No rumble gun clapper, just something fun at ya

[Hook]

[Verse Two: AD]
I spun on my hat brah
Run till I catch cha
Aye Dilla Dawg (Can you come any faster?)
I'm gonna capture everything I have ta
Pass you a lap with laughter and a hat nudge
I can't budge I never pull my pants up
Man uck that damn sl*t dancing in the dance club
Saying that you handsome
Just praying that land something
But I'm gonna pay for a little bit of...nothing
Turn around shake ya hips let me see something
But I will leave you on your ass chick I ain't fronting
I just remain puffing
No need for handcuffing
If I'm f*cking you f*cking because this beeyotch is clucking
I know the b*tch's husband
He's been wondering what happened to the sparks that were thundering
Well what happens is she goes low as submarines
And gets wet with any king in the mezzanine
Aye Dilla kid I'm loving you all
But you Benedict's is feminine, tuck in ya balls
I've been offended since ya men pretended
To send the ending to a surrender that was never mentioned

[Hook]

[Verse Three: AD]
I put my white c*ck on your pair of tits
And sky rock and I drop for you therapist
Cause I rock/Iraq like terrorists
I got a share to give of my pot that's staring kids
After five shots, you'll barely live
There's nothing cheesier than your clique
In battles, they go down easier than your chick
Stop feeding my di*k
I'm sick of f*cking, I'm ill and disgusted
But the chicks still love it
Girl, get with my cousin

[Hook]

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