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I got the mad wunz (3x)

You know I got the mad wunz

I got the mad wunz (3x)

You know I got the mad wunz



Chorus: lord digga



Thats right yall, clap your hands yall

Cheeba cheeba yall, to the beat yall

Thats right yall, clap your hands yall

Cheeba cheeba yall, to the beat yall



Repeat



Verse one: ase



Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack

Its the masta ase honey better chill and catch a smack

To the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth

Cuz Im gettin play all the way down south

And I got the dope, new, off...

...beat style, and you got beef well make stew

You hold the bowl and Ill do the pourin

Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and

Three little pigs made a song out of sand

The big bad asell blow them rhymes down man

Cuz yo Im not a sailor and my name is not barnacle bill

But I run game like a carnival

Dont try to flex or youll fall like september

Still got a posse just add another member

Lord d [the d stand for digga

Rollin wit umdada masta ase is my nigga]

Punks better slow down and check the speed limit

Get too much light and ima dim it

So yo bust the flex and turn in your text

To chapter four, and let me break down the law

I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick

And st. idesll probably kill my ass just as quick

Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and

How many brothers do I know on rikers island?

One two three four five Im losing count

But no matter what the sum its too big of an amount



Chorus



I got the mad wunz

[kick it]



Verse two:



You sound fresh but Im fresher

Yessir youll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure

I got magic in my johnson like potion

Try to play me ashe youll get rubbed like lotion

Must to blow your trouble with the c-cypher power

In cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour

Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch

The skins are too tight, baby doll I got the wrench

I like the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny

If you in the west you got the best you get the heiny

On the other hand uptown at the apollo

Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow

But I never get, I say I never get too caught up

Because I know easy come easy go

Nuff respect to the women with the job skills

Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills

Cause Im not the one to play piggyback

So take the crack between your legs and find another attack

And just that, mentality alone

Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz



Chorus 2x



I got the mad wunz

You know I got the mad wunz

I got the mad wunz

Check it



Verse three:



Bloodifier, Im higher, kid you better retire

Im hot like clothes in the dryer

I got skills that you cant comprehend

I got beats that never come to an end

Yeah, I rock like your grandmothers chair, its rare

Peace to graffiti writers everywhere

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall

If I gave em to my posse, theyd probably drink em all

But I dont want a murder, and I never heard of your

Wack ass, so save the flack for roberta

And leave on the midnight train the midnight to georgia

Because I floored ya [just kick it]

You probably didnt know but I inflict a lot of pain

Dont sleep or youll be having nightmares like dana dane

I dont mean to be precocious but uhh

Im stompin on mcs with my boots like roaches

Hey mate, the playmate of the months not the one

That I pursue, though on low she would get done

I got the wunz that are crazy type mad

The bassll make you sick and make your ears go bad

So come and get it, come and get it one time

Before I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz



Chorus



I got the mad wunz

You know I got the mad wunz

I got the mad wunz

And Im casper...

I got the mad wunz (3x)

You know I got the mad wunz

I got the mad wunz (3x)

You know I got the mad wunz



Chorus: lord digga



Thats right yall, clap your hands yall

Cheeba cheeba yall, to the beat yall

Thats right yall, clap your hands yall

Cheeba cheeba yall, to the beat yall



Repeat



Verse one: ase



Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack

Its the masta ase honey better chill and catch a smack

To the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth

Cuz Im gettin play all the way down south

And I got the dope, new, off...

...beat style, and you got beef well make stew

You hold the bowl and Ill do the pourin

Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and

Three little pigs made a song out of sand

The big bad asell blow them rhymes down man

Cuz yo Im not a sailor and my name is not barnacle bill

But I run game like a carnival

Dont try to flex or youll fall like september

Still got a posse just add another member

Lord d [the d stand for digga

Rollin wit umdada masta ase is my nigga]

Punks better slow down and check the speed limit

Get too much light and ima dim it

So yo bust the flex and turn in your text

To chapter four, and let me break down the law

I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick

And st. idesll probably kill my ass just as quick

Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and

How many brothers do I know on rikers island?

One two three four five Im losing count

But no matter what the sum its too big of an amount



Chorus



I got the mad wunz

[kick it]



Verse two:



You sound fresh but Im fresher

Yessir youll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure

I got magic in my johnson like potion

Try to play me ashe youll get rubbed like lotion

Must to blow your trouble with the c-cypher power

In cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour

Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch

The skins are too tight, baby doll I got the wrench

I like the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny

If you in the west you got the best you get the heiny

On the other hand uptown at the apollo

Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow

But I never get, I say I never get too caught up

Because I know easy come easy go

Nuff respect to the women with the job skills

Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills

Cause Im not the one to play piggyback

So take the crack between your legs and find another attack

And just that, mentality alone

Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz



Chorus 2x



I got the mad wunz

You know I got the mad wunz

I got the mad wunz

Check it



Verse three:



Bloodifier, Im higher, kid you better retire

Im hot like clothes in the dryer

I got skills that you cant comprehend

I got beats that never come to an end

Yeah, I rock like your grandmothers chair, its rare

Peace to graffiti writers everywhere

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall

If I gave em to my posse, theyd probably drink em all

But I dont want a murder, and I never heard of your

Wack ass, so save the flack for roberta

And leave on the midnight train the midnight to georgia

Because I floored ya [just kick it]

You probably didnt know but I inflict a lot of pain

Dont sleep or youll be having nightmares like dana dane

I dont mean to be precocious but uhh

Im stompin on mcs with my boots like roaches

Hey mate, the playmate of the months not the one

That I pursue, though on low she would get done

I got the wunz that are crazy type mad

The bassll make you sick and make your ears go bad

So come and get it, come and get it one time

Before I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz



Chorus



I got the mad wunz

You know I got the mad wunz

I got the mad wunz

And Im casper...

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