Even Evelyn Bill "The Real Deal" McNeal for a terminal case of villainy most chill pops occasional bottle of pills, keeps heat poppin' like bubbles in a still, full boil burnin in a kiln . Crazy From The Heat, no time for beauty/sleep, knows fo'real the deal, the score, the thrill, the feel of hors d'oeuvres milling through his pristine if not for nicotine grill. (grill grill grill gr-grill g-grill-grill)
Nobody's got me & I ain't got nobody, no one there to ever really ever really ever get me going, really get my heart to storing heat for the summer, heat for your mother, one among the others so we know that she'll be coming over like my car sounds turning over, got my tiger purring in her tank, as Batman warned ya - Papa Spank, Kevin's Daddy Drank, & Van Halen III extreme-mentally stank. And Nobody, not one, not a single body's got me like I was John Gotti draining flutefuls of Bacardi with some supermodel hotties at after-trial parties.
I, like my ass-bespandexed buddy David Lee, derived crazy ways from thermal heat, sub-dermally. Raised by the meanest of streets to be the beater of the choicest of meats, kept shiny, neat & white with my skeet. So hold your hat by the brim with one hand and grab some pants by the seat while my sanity drips to concrete. If you ever need me you can find me kicking up feet overseas like I'm Italy to Crete, bumping to bouncing & thumping Panamanian beats. (beats beats b-beats b-beats beats beat)
If you are hot for one teacher I can teach ya one lesson: confine your horizons or expand your directions. If you ain't old enough than you ain't dreamed enough - to massage until moist you don't need to rub a muff. If you're the ice-cream man better have a rockin' van, so no one can come a'knocking 'til boots're done a'knocking, bodies done unlocking & booties done &
Come on quit laming, enough with that sad straining Van Hagar shit, barely hardly even feign-braining it. Yo, we be the unchained, unnamed, whose unrestraining order's to corner all markets on marked-up mothers and daughters wearing matching lace garters and felonious fathers rocking cellblock corridors. ('orridors 'orridors 'orridors)
If you ain't crazy from the heat best get to cooking or I'm taking your pawns, rook and queen while you ain't looking. (look look a-looking)
Nobody's got me & I ain't got nobody, no one there to ever really ever really ever get me going, really get my heart to storing heat for the summer, heat for your mother, one among the others so we know that she'll be coming over like my car sounds turning over, got my tiger purring in her tank, as Batman warned ya - Papa Spank, Kevin's Daddy Drank, & Van Halen III extreme-mentally stank. And Nobody, not one, not a single body's got me like I was John Gotti draining flutefuls of Bacardi with some supermodel hotties at after-trial parties.
I, like my ass-bespandexed buddy David Lee, derived crazy ways from thermal heat, sub-dermally. Raised by the meanest of streets to be the beater of the choicest of meats, kept shiny, neat & white with my skeet. So hold your hat by the brim with one hand and grab some pants by the seat while my sanity drips to concrete. If you ever need me you can find me kicking up feet overseas like I'm Italy to Crete, bumping to bouncing & thumping Panamanian beats. (beats beats b-beats b-beats beats beat)
If you are hot for one teacher I can teach ya one lesson: confine your horizons or expand your directions. If you ain't old enough than you ain't dreamed enough - to massage until moist you don't need to rub a muff. If you're the ice-cream man better have a rockin' van, so no one can come a'knocking 'til boots're done a'knocking, bodies done unlocking & booties done &
Come on quit laming, enough with that sad straining Van Hagar shit, barely hardly even feign-braining it. Yo, we be the unchained, unnamed, whose unrestraining order's to corner all markets on marked-up mothers and daughters wearing matching lace garters and felonious fathers rocking cellblock corridors. ('orridors 'orridors 'orridors)
If you ain't crazy from the heat best get to cooking or I'm taking your pawns, rook and queen while you ain't looking. (look look a-looking)
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