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Shadoom bubba doonja
Chicka bicka boom ba da shabba dubba
Shum bubba dubba jugga bugga
Picka boom ba-da shubba dubba
Shum bubba dubba jugga bugga
Body up
Boogie down
Skitz
Tryina find the music
But there ain't nothin round that hits
I can't find a reason to go on
'Have another doob'
'Have another doob'
Smoke is on the streets
And we're all sucking on the tit
Love funky Revolution
I'm rich
I'm slick
Everybody's sucked my dick
I'm fly
One time
These bitches on my mind
This cream
Supreme
My whip is always clean
This man
Got plans
I'm taking all your land
'Lord'
It's on the one now everybody
We just out here doin it
I'm doin it now
He a bad man
He gon learn
He gon learn
What you gon learn?
It's on the one
How you gon do
Get'n on the two?
Who you gon be
When it's on the three...?
Four!?
Gimme some more
Breathing like the hof
Because I'm sick o'beat'n off
Love funky Revolution
9 to 5
Feed this coke addiction
Weekend fucks are my one prescription
Can't sway my opinion
I won't listen
I'm always bitchen bout
Jenny
Steve
Paul and Pete
I hate my life man
Can't you see?
But it's okay my suits Armani
My shoes are Gucci
I fucked Adani
Friday to Sunday Cocaine
Monday to Someday
Life is bleak
I ain't disco
No I ain't chic
Peeking ducks are all I see
Show me the hole to your soul
And I'll Clive in
But if it's no
then I no not to go
Into the land of the man
Where the toll is
Money will buy you the time
But who knows.
Understand it!
Under standard!
Tax accountant
Fucked the planet
Save the children
Make a million
Kill 5G worth of civilians
If I could do it
You could too
Raise the roof
Praise a shoe!
You, you got to
You, you, you got to praise it!
Praise a shoe!
Bitch cook'n like a bratwurst
I'm rippin open that purse
And I don't gotta know what I know
Cos I know I'll be leaving in a dope hearse
Be Deuzy vibe'n
Pop!
High rollin
Jive'n
You must indulge In the night!
Too hot next to the flame
Took my ass to an early grave
Fool detention
Test the guy
Exercise them funky thighs
If you want it
You got to get it on
I said jump on it
You're bound to get it wrong
Running
Running
Running to find myself
Till I'm cast back down to hell!
Ahhhhh!
Burn the pleb
Smash his head
What I said
Kill him dead
He ain't worthy
He ain't wrong
Come on yal let's sing this song
Said it
Tell it
Baby
Dammit
Get it
Sell it
Pet it
Ket'd
Tic tac Patti Wack
Give a dag a loan
Gotta piss
Cannabis
Caterpillar phone
Cat cannibal
Pack animal
Crack amyl
Taste that ass
With the slam jam Panadol
Shake the system
Dork on a fork
E=mc'unt for your pork
Pig Latin
Big fatty
Quick caddy
Leave the beaver with your grandads daddy
Crabby paddy spaghetti
Not many
Infiné
Cock the dyke till you splinter sill'y
Skinny money penny
Nobody suckin your sweaty nipple
A dip of a lick is enough and I'm feel'n heavy
Let me suck your mind
Let me fuck your mind
Body up
Boogie down
I woke up and called your mum
And I said
I have a reason to go on
Tryina find the music
Yehh yehh
Now I've found a piece
Well I've just got to get my peace
Love funky Revolution
Picka boom ba-da shubba dubba
Shum bubba dubba jugga bugga
Revolution!
Revolution!
