Sunday, 4 June 2017

Attn. Silver, Sonic, Shadow and Semaj (and if I'm Sonic, I'm horny)


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(verse 1)
I'll buy you a car with your name on it. 'Cause you "wanna put your name on it!". I'll fly through the stars with the game on it. 'Cause you wanna spit game to *it*. And make the game get on it. Hey. I'm sorry. It's a dangerous bond. When people say, "Hey! My mom was lookin' up to you and listening to you!" I'm like, "Dang. My mom I be lookin' up to and listening to! So we on!" But we ain't having Parent/Teacher Night. I be embarrassed when the night comes. 'Cause the right one probably is not even carrying the mic the way it needs to be. So *it* passes it to She. Who is She, and what is She to you? Probably your cousin. Or a lover. Nothin', if it's true... And that "nothin'" is basically "we not fuckin'" 'cause facing me means... your budget gotta be... me and you. Two.

(hook)
I love y'all to death.
Y'all be lovin' my stress.
And I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

All of the stress seems fallen to death,
'Cause I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

I ain't lose my moment in the spotlight. I simply got blinded. And I thought Fame was... not right. So, I don't care about the Top 5. I say "hi" to my Top Guys (in their top hats), and I cock back my PsyGat and say "Hi! I hope you like *that*!" Hi George! Hi Dilla! Hi Jack! Then I climax in a chick who's so bad, that her thighs might crack if I hit it so bad. But a nigga's so rad, I can get an old character, get the digits, throw the blunt, then I hit the old class. Called the clouds. Even higher up. I need to be breathing something higher to get me up. But I don't even believe that I'm breathing. So I'm dying and lying when I say I'm breathing. 'Cause I am tryna nut. And basically, if you're as poetic as I get, my nut comes from my psy stuff. I'M UP.

(hook)
I love y'all to death.
Y'all be lovin' my stress.
And I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

All of the stress seems fallen to death,
'Cause I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

Playing on the congas. Probably the behind of my mama. I like to call her Bahama. She might be a Banana in her pajamas. I hope she don't think I only like her 'cause (of) her punana. 'Cause... the reason why is because she was an honor to even meet. I was being a DJ at an event where people were just meeting me and seeing me scratch for the first time. Now I'm calmer. I gotta be (probably) Dail Lama. Maybe Siddhartha. Baby, Gautama. Still won't go any further 'cause these niggas want problems. Then, they don't want problems. I'm not a stuntin' problem. But I'm something of a "problem" when I be robbin' niggas of they lyrical skills by saying I'm a calmer. Like I just said. Hating me would be karma. Karma's a bitch. I like her, because I'm ON her.

(hook)
I love y'all to death.
Y'all be lovin' my stress.
And I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

All of the stress seems fallen to death,
'Cause I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"



Love yourself, SEGA.
And if you HAVE to give it up, FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF THEM.

(i left a surprise in your sex drive...)
















~could he... be me?~

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