by Maddox
Poppin champ and bicardi,
rap champ is never tardy,
34 but they call the kid, life of the party.
When I begin the session,
Bitches begin undressin,
eyes feast,
then whisper sweet confessions to this rhyme priest.
Count time, increased heart beats,
take a dose of your medication,
mountain top monk meditation,
going nowhere like stationary bike,
like candy from a baby
take your little tikes my first mic
We was rockin rap tapes back in early 80's.
Mid 90's whitestar the matching Mercedes.
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