Kubrick by Pan Amsterdam

CB4 ya have a chance, did I mention before that I could dance

Chris Rock Crack Rock New Jack Black Cop,
New Jack swing on you with a helmet lookin flat top

We ain't takin over the Carters, but I keep,
Keith Sweatin for starters

There you go telling me no again, about as fake as my accent

Liar Liar, Pants on fire,
Debuting my fear and desire with a killer's kiss
Lolita's on my list,
And my lawyer's more kosher than gefilte fish
Knick knack paddywack, feed my wolf a muskrat
Wildlife and hugging trees help me with my cataracts,
Gung-ho jumping jacks,
good raughs
Shinin' like Nicholson, wielding an axe
Relax,
I'm Batman,
Beetle Juice Beetle Juice, hey Mr. Tallyman
Shame you like Rwanda
It's a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I have three hundred followers
On my social site, thunderstorms with sunlight
The devil fights his wife, black and white sitcom life
My dame plays tennis but my name ain't Dennis,
Magne don't be a menace, squintin harder than Idris.
"Message"
JDavey dirty peaches
You can try to eat me but my meat is too gamey,
Like an Aussie bush Turkey, doin yoga mad early
Watchin butts eyes wide shut,
Hey Amy

• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Jazz Rap
• Rap
• alternative hip-hop
• alternative rap
• hip hop
• jazz
• nu jazz
• nu soul
• rap
• New York