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• Artiste: Tobacco
• Titre: Lick The Witch (Feat. Rob Sonic)
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Hey hey ha It goes one for the trouble Hey hey ha It goes two for the town Hey hey ha It goes three for the money No seriously Three for your money Little tike too Heat get his hurt cone In the outhouse painting tell Satan to keep his shirt on Burdened by thirst it comes worse if it's downstream Tell on his tummy in mummy canal jeans Wade through the vomit in pockets of dinosaurs Shout let em eat the gate Shakin around those horn With a minute wit it spit with a long loogie Pop gone rap like he trapped in the wrong movie A clumsy way to decay did his own show MTV crib in the remnants of mobile homes Plus the baby powder when power gets used wrong Carbon people walk all over me into my tombstone Lame old same old Straight hoes in plain clothes Euros turn to dollars and dollars turn into pesos Cold cocked Shocked by the three thirty X's on his eyes and stars in the blue birdies Still gold This money got still told Pulling hell out of his hat and a train with his earlobe He hear wrong Crooked seedy with green thought A bench warmered room for greedy marine corpse Senior game matched it Incubated and hatched it Nurtured it and fed it and when it trusted we smacked it Grew up to despise him and try him at all turns But when it visits home it knows it should call first Up against the world would it little has your credit Arms up legs apart Marky calisthenics Don't sweat it The purpose is free train Until your leaky finger we swimming from heat shame Ain't afford a math hole to get a brown star Hands up on his feet getting deep in lawn darts Jungle jack rabbit his magic is deep shadow Asshole this is foot Bobby this is Tobacco