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SINGER: Brooks Buford
SONG:Notraprock
B to the r to the o to the o to the k to the b to the u to the f to the o to the r to the d.... yeah god straight f*** up when he made me, yeah go ahead buck up grab that mic, don't give a fuck if you scream all night you ain't no rapper, quit that shit stick to surfboards, suck my dick i came to clean the house, punch and roundhouse rhyme and run mouth straight from the down south that's why all of y'all punks got dropped i'll be the first to say fuck rap rock i'm pumpin outkast and goodie mob what u know about la-di-da boogie down the history how y'all came up with a mystery i lived this hip hop shit my whole life and it almost took my life i die for this bleed for this you want this i need this let the world go to hell, i'll still fill notebooks and i know just how that coke cook couldn't came through the front so i came through the back with a band and a bottle of jack dog i ain't stupid go ahead, let's freestyle i'll be having you lookin like a shit pile the atl version of 8 mile, with a jumpsuit dipped in argyle bangin 4 or 5 hoes in the back of rodeo drivin down rodeo with a shotgun in my mind 20/20 one mo time, one mo flow one mo show one million 199 to go keep it real naw fuck that make money and try to buy up the whole country ain't afraid to die so punch me even ehyme with my head cut off like a chicken stickin to my dreams everythin' ain't what it seems, c'mon dummy run that game southern boy with a brain, u all slept didn't you whole bunch for me none for u i really hate to rub it in but i got all my publishin' but anyway bustin' on this mic better than smokin' on that pipe some they hate some they like some they talk some they bite monday morn to sunday night let's get this party started right wrong break that bong sing along do a line 'til the break o' dawn 'til the money gone back up that buck it's mine again hijacked a truck of heineken looks like it's time for a line again and how bout 5 kolonopin and i start to grin and i start to dance i'm speakin' in tongues takin' off my pants i'm blowin' my whole goddam advance and we ain't gon`stop 'til the ambulance
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