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Salsa

We were born in the seventies

The rippin' and rhyming and brethren see

We're filling taste great

In the old school I was eight

For the new school I was late

But in high school I was the bate

I rate in the great state of California

I'm warning ya

Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette

I kick nonsense in French, tasty like crepe suzette

I bet you feel I'm famous for 311 sandwhich

Not the whack DJs that I'm a damage

I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my head zoomin'

And in my continental, you know that shits boomin'

With the diamond in the back, suicide doors

You can look from here to eternity

And never receive your morsel

Another tale of ordinary madness

The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say

"All I really wanna is to feel Nirvana

Won't you take me tonight and we just might find"

A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature

Your tongue lickin' up my tongue

Your radio, pickin' up a smokey jazz love song

Madness becomes, even though your

Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted

By flesh you wanna bust through

Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry

She bends and suspends and her ass

Is a marvelous thing

A dance dancin' at a club the hereafter

Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter

And she won't hear applause

'Cuz your drunk and lost all light is gone

Your arms spread like a cross

And you're dreamin' that the world will soon fall apart

Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy

Takes your dollar in the gutter with the cigarettes

Or wine you're hungover

I was warned of your normal behaviour and felt

My life was too short to consider your whacky self

It's like this when you dip down

And you are boxin'

Reelin' against the ropes and you

Face some young Mexican

Your scrappin' your neck gets

Snapped back your nose bled

Your thinkin' about a comeback

But your takin' it to the head

You little bastard

Better watch your back

'Cuz we're after your punk ass

By God we're gonna jack it

You're journey is small time

And your show is over

You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover

And your older

Hoe bag sceezer

In her droopy saggy skin

Who thought she was a model but in truth a never has been

Both of us you bring your cheap rooms too

This is a bought in a little ways Robbie is too

{I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp}

{And my crew will attest to her fraudulence}

{Ha ha ha

After that you ask me like this

Of course no}

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