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I'm going down to the local bar to see one of the toilets. I'm goin' to try and be a star.. see if the shoe fits. I'm goin' to find a beat whether it's crap or rap. I'm goin' to put my hands in my armpits and hope to hell I don't got the clap, and shout it out 'cause it'll be about something, even if it's the ***** Every time I hear the phrase 'Hip Hop' I think of Easter being on its way. I'm going to call me Vanilla not so nice, the whitey who rolls them dice, don't get caught in no trap like all those other mice. Hell, now I'm flippin' house's, what a way to land on your feet.. and I still hear my songs on the radio.. ...not often mind you. Lot's of people make mistakes while others get some breaks, Now I may have said some things to get yourtail feathers up.. but don't you worry about me, I can take the blow-by-blow. It could be a lot worse don't you know. I could be some numb nuts like David Allan Coe. I could leave this one to rest because it's most clearly not one of my best, but it woke me up one morning and I had to right it down.. © 2012
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
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I'm going down to the local bar to see one of the toilets. I'm goin' to try and be a star.. see if the shoe fits. I'm goin' to find a beat whether it's crap or rap. I'm goin' to put my hands in my armpits and hope to hell I don't got the clap, and shout it out 'cause it'll be about something, even if it's the ***** Every time I hear the phrase 'Hip Hop' I think of Easter being on its way. I'm going to call me Vanilla not so nice, the whitey who rolls them dice, don't get caught in no trap like all those other mice. Hell, now I'm flippin' house's, what a way to land on your feet.. and I still hear my songs on the radio.. ...not often mind you. Lot's of people make mistakes while others get some breaks, Now I may have said some things to get yourtail feathers up.. but don't you worry about me, I can take the blow-by-blow. It could be a lot worse don't you know. I could be some numb nuts like David Allan Coe. I could leave this one to rest because it's most clearly not one of my best, but it woke me up one morning and I had to right it down.. © 2012
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
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