Be celibate, out of his element

Madvillain never forget like a elephant

Any bent 'cept, idle threats all irrelevant

Get your man’s wallet, tell him “found it”, and sell him it

Well writ, as well as well spit for the hell of it

Before the shell hit

Etiquette, spell it

Pumpin dumplins a hundred and sumthin sumthin

Forest Gump chumps get clumps of nuttin’ for nuttin’

Tourist, show 'em where the shore is where the shark’s at

Hold up, spark that, park rat

Stirred not shaken

Absurd verbs since word to hot bacon

Wrote this rhyme on standard sand paper

Worked out the plan and plot for grand caper

Vil on the cover of Playbill

Grillin’ make ya mother say “Ill, hey will ya!?”

Ten feet at least, the beast may still ya

Yeah I feel ya

Hey, hey what’s better than the healer yet worser than tequila?

A money-gettin’ nigga that’s thirstier than a squealer

I guess you had to be there, there was free beer

Last of the Ansars

On the microphone, cyclone, like Myanmar

Hand in the jar, got stuck, took it

Use the glasses, juxed a pot luck, crooked

Flashed and not lookin’

Four words: Cash on the spot… bookin’

Howdy

Never too loud for me, too rowdy and too black and too proud to be

And he’s Audi

Last seen with a Queen

Lakum Dinukum Waliyadin

Nah mean?

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