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SINGER: 311
SONG:C.u.t.m.
Hexum, sexton, mahoney and wills we groove so fuckin' hard, it gives you the chills well, i've been stricken, the bass is kickin' when suckers step to me, boy, i give them a lickin', go Chorus: cosmic utopian thrivin' mission, my baby cosmic utopian thrivin' mission, my baby I feel good yo bad self Well, i am the hexum, call me nick i live by the code of cosmic i've come to say, we're here to stay utopian way, we'll play today we've got the drive, we are so live won't take a dive, we're gonna thrive we got a condition called ambition to the cosmic utopian thrivin' mission (chorus) Witness this, yo the pissed lyricist in your face, celebratin' a brand new race we know colors are just brothers and some others drive on the ginger but they failed to mention the consequence of no conscience you can't fool, i'm schoolin' you with the new school now, speakin' on a round step back, mother fucker, i'm goin' to town (chorus) I feel good break it down, i got one more rhyme yes, the verbs i got, they hit that spot the crowd is freakin', and bro, i'm peekin' when i'm on stage, you're havin' a fit but without my brothers, baby, i ain't shit let's go (chorus) (make it funky like this...)
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