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Mom's Rocket
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The Edge
Well it's the maniac with zany raps, made millions off of baby Mac My brain, it ain't attached, you love me? It's a little late for that They gave my crazy ass a label, everything is rated X I'm far beyond divorced middle aged men who pay for sex I work like I ain't made it yet, deserve this motherfuckin' paper Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half, save one for later Death to any traitor that's a Benedict Arnold I be wildin', goin' broke at international car shows I'm a lawn mower, mad face get redder than a dog boner Thank God I got sober, pot smoker, top roller, thought holder Was a little kid until I got older Wild since a child, pulled my file out of God's folder Now let me talk slower, you can understand me now We the originators, your style hand-me-down They got me turnin' up, the amp is loud The apocalypse is comin', so we campin' out at Grannies house Dancin' with a bitch and pull her panties down, it's bush league I love a little nature, addin' flavor to the pussy Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com People tend to overlook me and my agent overbooked me I'mma get it while the gettin' good, feel better than forever I'm National Treasure like Nicolas Cage I'm a shelter for these animals, got bitches for days She be feedin' on my semen and it's cinnamon glaze I tell her keep it or delete it, it's the digital age Now I'm muscle buildin' just so I can juggle children daily I'm fucked up in the head a bit, I'm Rumplestilskin crazy These bitches gettin' wet when I pull up in a Mercedes Bitch I be with Mr. T, I'm simply the fuckin' A-Team Make dreams reality Say hi when you see me, my hello is a formality I'm comin' with a cavalry Of motherfuckers trained from watching Braveheart battle scenes Waste of space and we paint our faces like it's Hallowe'en Boo!
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