Busty Women

Lyrics

[Verse] [?] I eat corn flakes with milk and toast And travel coast to coast On the back of pigeons Subscription to the fiction called rap [?] the darkest web of American [?] Like we the opium Like Ed Allen Poe I gotta swim when the tide is low So all the [?] can show You know the busty women I keep my lyrics blending With the Maseratis I'm praying mantis with no leads My science project collect leaves Like the token My ninja wooden bokken was big Got tooken by the cops Because I accidentally knocked some kid Yo when you switch like a company's pitch To influence the African Americans In the greatest land Full of bribes and tide changes With the television I use my spectre vision Update my rap edition With it as smooth as yoghurt I'm doing yoga right outside Cordoba I'm taking over This [?] So overlord I'm ready Yo make my head real big And put me on a statue And put a shark's fin on my dome And make me fly instead And I can fight gorillas Yo, honour me with a sculpture on a pillar Make my grill real big and make my nose… Make me switch colours when I switch my mood Rude boy like buttons and purple Prince coats Gloat like ordinary MCs Thugs [?] grandmothers And don't support [?] Now that's honour That's karma to paint the town paisley I wanted babies Make America less savoury Enough tripping I'm dipping through a bag of [?] With my fishing pole Drinking bush Operation get kush Doing this I was pushed I'd rather be a ordinary [?] On a team member My vacation in December And win a blender for my impressive sales Sing that song [?] Makes the vultures swarm Go to sleep like lukewarm milk and bunkbeds Spread love like John Lennon said I carry red balloons Live in a small room full of knick-knacks And mad hats to cover my identity Double indemnity No remedy Ain't no rules in rap that could combat this Colours like tricks mixed in this braggado [?] Crucial Rap star on the earth Broken bottles on 91st Peace to [?] The fire smoulders so I can't get older I'm pulling over Be on the bus dreaming about London Forget about the dungeon A dog's breath is funky I like my grits chunky with sauce [?] like the Germans I'm gonna get those bourbons Face the wall like Blair Witch What a son of a gun This rapping has me [?] Who under the damn sun Every day, every Yo, number, number one