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What are blessed tings
tingle in my toes tha kush brings
A ting of kings, my heart springs
she's a beauty

my reggae boys left our toys at tha pad
lookin for baities, reggaes back, we glad
ringin in tha night we bring quite a sight
we sing that ****, just right
With that funk-a-delic swaged so bright
this **** right here,  a rappers delight
I walk da streets under de Iz of zion
my boombastic styl could **** a lion
wit da good reefa in my between me teeth
i fight off kids who try to tief
for babylon is my home, born in raised
ma reggae styl is ere to stay
Itcha boi Da Real Reggae mon ja feel?
reggae school is a place to learn or at least thats what they say
but really reggae schole is where kids are scared and they pray
no fun allowed at reggae school, the teachers think that they are cool
a girl tryd to sneak in ****** the principal caught her then he beat her
but all hope is not lost at reggae school
for santa clause's reggae brother santa kush came to save the day
santa kush is nice, smart and rolls a blunt that could blow you away
he save da children and he rips a **** too
santa kush read poem and do analytical review
santa kush save the kids from da reggae school
thank reggae jesus, he's reggae cool
ja feel?
Baa, baa, Green sheep,
Have you any kush?
Yeh, mon, yeh, mon,
Three bongs full;
One hit for ma tyke,
And one for ma ****,
And one for the batti boi
Who lives by caribe.

Baa, baa, Green sheep,
Have you any ******?
nah, mon, nah, mon,
no spliffs mon;
blast from da past mon
You’re so dumb It’s like someone hit you with a brick
I  have a PHD that means  pretty huge ****

***** so hot itll make you fly
I killed your mama and then she died

So what you learned are two things
my thing is big and your moms now ded
Ja feel
It happened so quickly, one slip and fall.
Careening through the air i see can see my demise.
I met my watery grave as I heard Death's call.
Ruined and worthless, I say my goodbyes.
I get thrown away soggy and dead,
and I welcome my fate, forever soggy, wet bread.
Note to self: Don't wet your bread.

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