Beat Street Papi Mario Version

just like Tony loved his Tiger you will find me inside her
nothing could be finer then to be in her Vagina in the morning
nothing could be sweeter cause i'm a straight shooter
straight as an arrow bust up the beat to hear the stereo
got places to go peeps to see working on my highest degree find it complimentary next to me
God, I need your advice I'm watching to much Miami Vice another chance to roll the dice
got me playing second fiddle sometimes i feel i'm the monkey in the middle
ashes to ashes dust to dust why is everybody in such a rush
here comes the push i'm trying to go solo bust up the beat to promote the hot tempo
history tends to repeat itself better putting that book right on the shelf
homicide is not suicide it spoke to my heart tender words on your side
Beat street the king of the beat where the treats are sweet & score for more
power you see gonna get sweet extacy to have some fine lady sit next to me
got high hopes for the rap attack hit me with the high tip hat a chance to react
falling back on that ass gonna through some gangster shit how can i resist
just like you sipping on you komikazi replace it with some coffee
come and sit next to me bask in some memory cause I'm getting ready you see
blood is thicker then water so why we even bother it gets a bit hotter
sauce for my shrimp now take a quick dip as i stick it in again my friend
along comes a spider sitting beside her shit is getting tighter have to invite her
very quickly through a thin leaf your burning it up at the same time earning your keep
feel better but it keeps getting deep got more news for you peeps
on the holidays i like to runaway maybe take a few hand grenades what a nice display
happy in the crib sucking down fat ribs relaxing on the hamoc in the corner of the room
gone to soon are my cats with blue hats defending their honor arm me with harmony
living on the edge and its going to my head sitting up at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky I see a vision of her pass me by
our war were in is almost over its hard to believe i lost my lover

by John Ackerman

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