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Spoon Don T Make Me A Target

Thugs and stick and bats and balls for nuclear dicks with dialect drawls they come from a parking lot town where nothing lives in the sun Don't make me a target

drum Thugs and stick and bats and balls for nuclear dicks with dialect drawls they come from a parking lot town where nothing lives in the sun Don't make me a target

you want to impress a toad like me kiss me i'll be charming disarming funny but alarming i'm starving we'll spend a sexy afternoon feed each other with a spoon

of the hour Triple entendre don't even ask me how Con-Edison Flo I'm connected to a high power Bright lights will make your whole city light up A trillion

took to separate me from the ground/ This is levitation 101. We tread upon the clouds/ And make a name for Mars ILL ?til it fills your mouth/ Work it out, make

of the hour Triple entendre don't even ask me how Con-Edison Flo I'm connected to a high power Bright lights will make your whole city light up A trillion

My peers cuss me, sayin, "jeez don't study" Call me sell-out cause I'm tryna be somebody Sayin', "look if you a rapper you can't chat that shit", what

took to separate me from the ground/ This is levitation 101. We tread upon the clouds/ And make a name for Mars ILL ?til it fills your mouth/ Work it out, make

who do live it Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception