[Intro: Bigg Jus]
And it's on like that, yo
And it's on like that
The inhuman on the track
Bigg Jus, El-P, check it... M-A-D
The mad sounds, it's maddening in here
Cedar-like, smelling is extra hype
My boombox... yo, check it out – check...
[Verse 1: Bigg Jus]
Yo, Mike L-A-D-D, Bigg Jus and E-L-dash-P, 2012 A.D
Motherfuckin' dead machines
Bounty hunter gunner, a Blade Runner
30 odd medulla tooley, smoke the dust, freak-proof
Mind matter fusin' with the bug protruding
I saw this mixed delicacy weaving across the room full of imposters
Full lips with the thickness of a Loud artist roster
I was like "yo, I'm Bigg Jus, I'm unpredictable with nitro proofs
Bе swimmin' in glycerin and iodine, ignitin' loops
Saw you across the room strokin that silky pussy
Yo, what kind of cat is that, a light grеy-eyed Persian?"
Stuck her tongue in the air, she giggled
We was in the M-5 swervin', shit talkin ideology
She like starin' me up and down pathologically, I'm thinkin gynecology
Sayin her name was Ambrosia Anise, "but call me Annie, please"
"I like that old Foxy Brown song, keep y'all niggas livin' on ya knees
Actually I got a MD in statistics from MIT
Place any square root in front of my optical, I can break that shit down to the smallest possible atom
Smashin' it
Plus got a fellowship grant in Synthetic Dynamics
Programming Nexus 6 brain fluid food
Fourteen different reaction postures with like all types of moods
Two thousand and one test functions ensure the titties swing properly
Disease resistant circuitry
Plus suckin' dicks sloppily"
I pulled out the non-directional wave transmitter vagina finder
Then hit it 'til the brain box burst with orgasmic seismic
The bitch backflipped and yoked me up in a Heimlich
Turned to me expressionless with a dead look in her eyes
Reached inside her body cavity, pulled out the magnesium nine
Then dialed the 481 center for Armageddon
Not knowin' Bigg Jus impervious to shell wettin'
Crabs!
And it's on like that, yo
And it's on like that
The inhuman on the track
Bigg Jus, El-P, check it... M-A-D
The mad sounds, it's maddening in here
Cedar-like, smelling is extra hype
My boombox... yo, check it out – check...
[Verse 1: Bigg Jus]
Yo, Mike L-A-D-D, Bigg Jus and E-L-dash-P, 2012 A.D
Motherfuckin' dead machines
Bounty hunter gunner, a Blade Runner
30 odd medulla tooley, smoke the dust, freak-proof
Mind matter fusin' with the bug protruding
I saw this mixed delicacy weaving across the room full of imposters
Full lips with the thickness of a Loud artist roster
I was like "yo, I'm Bigg Jus, I'm unpredictable with nitro proofs
Bе swimmin' in glycerin and iodine, ignitin' loops
Saw you across the room strokin that silky pussy
Yo, what kind of cat is that, a light grеy-eyed Persian?"
Stuck her tongue in the air, she giggled
We was in the M-5 swervin', shit talkin ideology
She like starin' me up and down pathologically, I'm thinkin gynecology
Sayin her name was Ambrosia Anise, "but call me Annie, please"
"I like that old Foxy Brown song, keep y'all niggas livin' on ya knees
Actually I got a MD in statistics from MIT
Place any square root in front of my optical, I can break that shit down to the smallest possible atom
Smashin' it
Plus got a fellowship grant in Synthetic Dynamics
Programming Nexus 6 brain fluid food
Fourteen different reaction postures with like all types of moods
Two thousand and one test functions ensure the titties swing properly
Disease resistant circuitry
Plus suckin' dicks sloppily"
I pulled out the non-directional wave transmitter vagina finder
Then hit it 'til the brain box burst with orgasmic seismic
The bitch backflipped and yoked me up in a Heimlich
Turned to me expressionless with a dead look in her eyes
Reached inside her body cavity, pulled out the magnesium nine
Then dialed the 481 center for Armageddon
Not knowin' Bigg Jus impervious to shell wettin'
Crabs!
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