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So, just sit back and Max and relax Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up 'Cause, I get funky like diaper rash And you know I'm mad spunky and I'm making cash I've got sex rhymes like Victoria's got secrets To all you prone peepers who are trying to peep this I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave Like virgin pow on the peaks of A.K Like a sound that go to the depths of the soul Well that's the feeling that I make my goal A little wine with my dinner so I'm in my grape ape I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape Because I get I'll when I'm on the pause button And I get my fill and you can't say nothing More soul on this train then Don Cornelius Got the mad sub-woofer pumping bass for your anus Just getting on the mic at the monthly function Wires hitting switches connecting at the junction Perl man's got beats and it ain't no secret Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it And so the story goes on and on Down in S.D. 50 till early morning Who's going to rock the nation? Who's going to rock the nation?