| Probability | Text |
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| 96% | Losing me, half the master, half the quas for fucking me Me chasing out on all five of the ghosts I can't think, think of how the master say How to start making the three of us hang far Hang far, and I was hanging far Love to me, they were the problem of the same If I could go to all day seeing me cry Fawning in the causes, get a rose from the forces There's glass in my department for the puns I wanna make them think of shoes and posits And fuck them and make real fun Nobody sing a fuck when you sing before Get enough heart to breathe Leave to me, for the son to peace | ▶️ |
| 96% | D-double-l-D-double-l-stop Here we go again because it's been a while Don't make it back until the job's at job I rock from the head into the middle of the room My name's Mike D, I'm my lady's choice I wanna get next to you like Rose Rose Rock When I get around I hear my golden voice I wanna die to blood, you know what get nice Cruising like a fanboy on the plane You're drinking ass across the cross-lane So watch his back when he takes the stage I'll send you off on a naked rampage 3 MCs and 1 DJ We be getting down with no delay Nick's mastermind, what you got to say? I want to talk about the attack | ▶️ |
