face Pull the shades Razor blades You're so tragic I hate you so but love you more I'm so elastic The things you say Games you play Dirty magic
we do is dirty We pull up in the drop, it's dirty We pound that twat, dirty Miami, we're dirty Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em And blow 'em dirty
a 25 to L on your back, the shit is too cold And for the kids that didn't get they school clothes For the Gods that lost they earth The world's a song
your mouth cause here comes my wang I'm Violent-J, the southwest skitzo Born in a big top magical-majisto Dead-body disco. Rappin' to the hoochies Dirty
call us his magic we call him worthy Jesus came up through the ground so dirty Jesus came up through the ground so dirty Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
yonder Like dogs gone hungry Funky and angry and sometimes ugly Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians Practitioners of black magic
, O.G., O.T. movin' past As far as the street, I already proved that fact Not to be rude but I ain't in the mood for that Movin' on to bigger songs,
natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang We givin out back braces and arm slings Reality rap, the only song
buckets of hunger pains In the winter it's the same with an added climate change The remaining two quadrants balance the polar values equally for midrange Yet the songs
I fight Cause if im wrong the song wont come out right So evilly The enemy Tempts me with civility not fair What a dirty trick. Teases me pleases me
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way All my life, riding dirty on the highway All my life, and it all changed in one day All my life, it's the
cool cats, The charmed kittens, Both smitten by the love songs That he's written. Caught in the sights Of a deadly sniper: The magic piper of love. The magic
phony body I want to touch so badly I want to get so dirty I want to give you money I want to take your body Tell me, I'll know what a pretty song she
's make magic. You're the #2 girl; it's time to kill for the top. Let's show this song of the year. We videotaped your orgasm. The music was never shit, we lied, we lied
accurate We drop the multi verbal milligram supplement Plus in bed, theological word advance Been too legit to quit before the hammer pants The parent to the pen converts words to song
around that cabbage Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic How
New world order got my ass drownin? in the water Now what you stuck to the west That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk dirty south Thirty thou
a sea And slept on the banks On the leaves of a banyan tree And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to be sung Song