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Art Rap To Make Babies To

from Nigger Rigged Time Machine by Tomorrow Kings

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lyrics

W.J.T.G : Suede Generic Surplus make your puppies hush. Wallabee Dollar Tree. Pray my green don’t discuss. Bruce Banner soda quota. Apple sour face disgust. Apple Bottom facing up. I don’t need a flow company to poke her funcrusher. Plus this paper getting fat like Anastasia Vanderbust. I like big girls. This track is a macking truck. Or what? It’s a van shooting scenes in the back that demand a cut. The pie slither, the eye glimmer, man why shimmer? Who got the keys to SWV hot winter cabin confessions? Damn, what happened? This chord progression taught these dumb niggas a lesson in rapping paper. Cellophane be they only brain. Yelling “bang bang” but they cooking up the same thing. Sugarcoated candy colored gray cain. How your baby momma turn the Red Line into the midnight sleazy train?

C.S. Ayo, it's Big Rob, the weirdo. Been a thousand years, Blackcula is here. Ladies, let me nibble on them earlobe. The lent-licker considered a superhero. Freaks can't resist the French tickler. Peep my beard show. Fantastic voyage. Whooty world discoverer. Nigga shapeshifted to big booty girl's comforter. Fluffing up her pillow. She don't know that I’m abducting her. Wake up in my basement. Tofu and yoga's what I pump in her. Chatham Rick Jamesing. You know how the story goes. Championship tour the globe booking all the glory holes. Me and the brown shark busy whiskey dipping Oreos. Dicking thick chick tutorials. Mister Daddy, no Maury show. No, he don’t always talk the sex so disgusting. No, I ain't the one that you'd expect good old loving. But I bring the bed in breakfast with them cameras on, muffin. Nice to meet you. I’m director of Midwest Coast Productions. Coochie!

G7: Woman, I want to swim in your soft pink ocean. I manufacture white lotion you lust after after my songs are spoken. Asian with the harps, I enticed you with the cuneiform. Amidst dark sky, I enter your eye and kiss your nipple ring. I’m nasty with the up and up on the level. You a rebel, your body oddly protests against my clothes that hit the floor. Your belly button is an art gallery. Your buttocks are buttlocked but I pry them open to paint colors and my tongue is the brush. Pussy pop, gloss edible incense over clitoris. Too tasty, my lips won’t let my dick hit the shit. And you go to art school. Think I as I thrust my fingers deeper. You scream and shatter pottery with the pitch. Your luscious tits. Skeleton key for a dong I pick any vaginal lock At Columbia or L.A.C.M.A. or Hyde Park Art Center. Lamon and I proved the pimp Resides within the Nigger Rigged Time Machine. I got her so wet she squirted on her canvas rampant.

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from Nigger Rigged Time Machine, track released December 3, 2013
Produced by vyle.
vylevylevyle.bandcamp.com

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