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Pez A Mind Of My Own Full Album Zip
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[Verse 2]I've got that Boutros Boutros-Ghali Dalai Lama flowIntroduced Marsupilami's mommy to the dollar storeAnd spoiled the broad*whistles* Spare the child, spoil the rodThey got it twistedOptimisitic never 'cause my album sales are non-existentI got a sickness and it's called I'ma-Fuck-You-Up-itisClimb in the truck with Don ImusAnd cruise the cul-de-sacsDVD up in the dash, we watching "When Seagulls Attack"I asked him where the hoes is atHe said "don't bring that bullshit back"Goddammit Donnie, lighten up with your fat racist assMore tasteless than Cissy Spacek wearing a Jason maskWaitin' in my basement taped and gagged, in an apronGas oven at four hundred degrees, and someone lights a matchI'm 'bout to blow upMy competition is bogusThese wack rappers can go suck a dickThe kid is focusedNiggas fiend for my beatsI step on stages, girls scream like I'm KeithFanfare was bigger than Vivica FoxStanding bare on the front of Vanity FairStricken with chicken poxYou corny niggas can kick a rock, go rap with SisqoYou talkin' greasy, you must've taken a bath in CriscoD. Swain is back, manic at the disco, uh
[Verse 2]Peace to Section 8, keep the riff-raff pissedPeace to Megan Bates with them big ass titsThat keep me warm at night, you're more than tightYou're the amplifier jack in my cordless mic, I'm crassSplish splash, I was taking a bathMade it a habit to snap emceesAnd break 'em in halfDon't know what happened to the patience I hadYou just a faker and a snake in the grassReal talk homieIf I'm a liar than Pinocchio isn'tYou mad this album's full of fire and colloquialismsRented out the chapel for my bachelor partyAnd sent the choir to a Tokyo prisonI'm so cruel
[Verse 1: Von Pea]He ain't 'Ye and we ain't De LaWe ain't paid but we ain't strayed, why?It is temptin' to go in for a victimTo pimp him, simpin' with video vixensThe fans tell me that I ain't allowed to quitAnd I'd be proud to sift through the e-mailsLike I am about to get through to teen malesAnd tell 'em it's alright to respect a femaleThese other rhymers write like part-timersIt's a harsh climate thus I'm off grindin'Often reminded we awesome and timelessFrom Austin to Thailand, we tied inNiceI can rhyme plus I can mindMy own damn business, some of y'all should tryThe flow's mad senseless, none of y'all can rideThe beat like IOr Danny, 'bye
[Verse 2]I wish that I could tell you every word that I couldAnd yes, my third album's still certified woodBut at least it got my name to buzzin'Copped a little fame, it's nothin'Cousins comin' out the woodworks like I'm Dame or somethin'I +Dash+ed to glory, and that's the storyI even tried to reconcile, of course you had to ignore meBut you see I'm livin' clean nowLRG jeans nowPlus your stepmother said she'd seen you in town, nowI tried to link up, and you said TuesdaySo I went around the hood like a bootleg LupeStopped and askedHow to get to Dobson Ave.And ran into a friend that saw you lastI asked him when's the last he heard from?He said you had two kids andNow you're on your third oneI still got love for you girl...sike
[Verse]I'm like a G in a peacoatKumquat, cum yacht, skeet skeet in a boatFuck you think I'm knee deep in it for?For cheese? Nigga pleaseFeed me free reefer and cokePop some Midol and I'm all setRun down to Midtown, get my balls wetBut not that tranny actionI'm talking Moms Mabley baby, Granny JacksonDesigned this flyer in Papyrus fontSent an e-mail just to see what Miley Cyrus wantShe told me Comic Sans, I'm not a damn mind readerBesides, these Y's look like I's on the wifebeaterYou don't like us? Well keep your distance from usGive us ten feet, mincemeatPita chips and hummusMy mantra is "Get Rich or Die Tryin'"Or try dying, or try iron-on tie-dyingOr try Breyers brand yogurtBeware of Leviathans, they try to scam ogresAsk Shrek, he can vouchPeace to Salma Hayek's ass, chest, cheeks and mouthDamnit I have needsI ain't an ass man, show me calves and kneesI'm smellin' mustard gas in the breezeStuck the brass centipede in the aspirin machine, doggyNow everybody do the George WendtCamping outside with Mormons in an orange tentWatching the foreign kids perform "Rent"On a worn fenceFor 44 cents
[Verse 2]One of the few fuckin' songsOn this album with a hookA breakfast connoisseurMybe I should write a bookI'll give you hell if you ain't sellin' Belgian wafflesThe fuck is turkey bacon?Man I swear that smell is awfulI like my hash browns scattered and smotheredBattered and coveredWith diced ham and splattered with mustardI'm all about the fried potatoesAnd sliced tomatoesAnd beans and riceBut I don't even like to try the bagelsThis sunny side egg is lookin' like a cyclopsD. Swain signin' off, I'll meet y'all at the IHOP
[Verse 3: Ladi Jade]Charm it was a classicDamn I gots to have itiTunes got that two-for-oneLadi Jade's a bastardEvery lyric I can spit itEvery album song for songMan the way he run the gameYou can call him Donkey KongYou can say I am a Danny! chickCalled myself excited when I seen him on the Grammy listEven got my family pissed my mom would say I'm sprungCause I got D. Swain's initials tat-tatted on my tongueTatted on my tongue, tat-tatted on my tongueEven got a Danny! bobbleheadSqueeze it it plays "Not the One"Clever as he wanna be, plus he's dapper manHow else can I say it?Motherfuck these other rappers man
[Verse]There he goesSmackin' craniums with Swain's relentless flowRips it thoughJack Delaney rum is what he's sippin' yoHe can make them act so locoHe's wonderin' if he should skip this showFuck no, smoke these blokesCompetition run 'em over, oh noHe ain't had a real buzz like thisEver since Charm dropped 2006Now the fiends need a fixBut he's pissed'Cause his name never gets mentioned in the mixBack out of the game he must goRap will never be the same as beforeBaskin' in the fameAs he's overreactingTo the lames and these hoesSixth album, how was the outcome?Overlooked five years in a rowBut it's getting to the pointThat my joints are a white shoelaceDisappearin' in the snowGonna have to get mentionedSome incentives, make it worth my whileSick of being underrated when I seeAll these shark-ass niggas tryin' to bite my styleCatalogue twelve records deepThat'll hold down all my peepsNiggas sleep so I can't keep putting out these LPsStudio time ain't cheapAnd to my fansI hope that y'all understandThe difference between quittin'And takin' a standI'm finished man 2ff7e9595c
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