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Transformations (Feat. Delusional Thomas)

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Transformations (Feat. Delusional Thomas)

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Just kiddingEverything ready, man? features, man?This is gonna be fucking crazy, broThis one's gonna be great, broThis feature's for the hip-hop worldlike, so we gotta take this one seriously, broIt's really just [?]He told me he wanted, he needed to do a feature [?]And when you're dealing with DJ ClockworkYou're dealin' with someone that, A. knows his hip-hopHe knows his hip-hop, he, you knowhe's a student of the gameAnd, and, and he treats his bars like a, you know, [?]There's a beer up therethere's a beer in the fridge, there's a, uhGrab the Tecate and the Pacifico'Cause one's a bottle, and one's a canI don't know how, how much I'm tryin' to go inThank you, broYeah, um, alrightOkay, so, alright, psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinkerBlew my shit up with a thumb up, like Henry WinklerMy bitch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincterYour bitch like a bad fart, all she do is lingerWhat? Um, let me, let me try that againOkay, like I was sayin', alright, said, umI'm a psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinkerI blew my shit up with a thumb up, like Henry WinklerMy bitch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincterYour bitch like a bad fart, all she do is lingerShit, I should have been a singerI should have been Curt Schilling, woulda had a sinkerAhead of y'all chillin', you lookin' at my blinkersRappers just some bumblebees, pullin' out your stingersYeah, I'm gettin' high, smokin' weed againAnd lean for the low, for the mediumCouple of my homies were on CNNI changed the channel once they went into commercialsYeah, delusional Waldo EmersonJust like you, I love football and lesbiansNever deal with bitches, 'cause bitches are some thespiansSave the drama for your motherfuckin' mamaOh Jesus, who's the rapper with the gold penis?Put away your money, scrub, I ain't doin' no featuresThis ain't a motherfuckin' drill, bitch, I'm young JehovaIn the backyard with pads on, runnin' Oklahoma'sGet low
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