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SINGER: Del The Funky Homosapien
SONG:Ya Lil Crumbsnatchers
Del made a pact to be well natural Back from the wishing well to sell actual Funk from the fungus grown in the trench It's getting kinda heavy so i gotta pinch an inch And it's a sinch To let my hair grow like a plant Eliminate the fat gold chains and the daiper pants Trade 'em for a pair girbauds Never make friends with the fraudulent foes Yes i suppose that i'm fat from the supper Skinny from the many that try to eat plenty Now i got to flip on a copper like a penny Vise uh versa Quench your thirst with A swig of grapefruit juice straight from the thermos Hock your jewels, and you can drop your tools And make a move that can turn us in the right direction Show your affection as i correct men Who try to pull the wool over the third eye Comin' fly with mr. greenjeans It's a bird eye view of the meadow As i greet the many people that i meet with a "hello" "how do you do my compadre?" What up kwame? Back to the meadow so i can show i'm a Smooth black brother that is gifted And if you try to lift this Yes i got a witness Nicknamed the emperor This wasn't meant for ya'. . . Ya little crumbsnatcher!
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