Lyrics ABC - Coolzey

Hey yo I tried to act smart
So I went to school and got a college degree
But I couldn't stay cool
That's when I knew that it was time to act up
I started looking for someone to smack up
So back up before I your teeth knocked down your throat
Wonder how I got the class president vote
I'm intimidating
Little kids I'm hating fly girls I'm dating
Give props to Satan
Lord of the underworld 666
Getting to the center of your head with one lick
I got one dick two fists and a big mouth
Looking for a shovel so that I could dig out a hole
So I could throw in a body with no chest left
Oh yes Ladi-Dadi
One to the three to the four to the two
Nine ten eleven twelve
Bang
Fuck you
Kung fu duck stew pluck a few limbs from your torso
Now ask yourself how come you're so stupid
To fuck with the capital of Rap Land
Gobble up a ghost quick fast like Pac-Man
It's like that and yeah I'm the tax man
Scare white people like as if I was a black man
I'm a naughty motherfucker for Christmas
I was on Santa Claus's 'You Ain't Getting Shit' list
I kill kids and then I fill them up with sugar plums and cinnamon
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I could use your bloody torso to make a lamp
Plug my chainsaw into my guitar amp

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I stop by Gabe's because there ain't shit else to do
Step to the bar because it's a bad habit
Order one brown bottle of beer and then I grab it
Guzzle it order up another then I sip it
Later at a house party might do a whip-it
Skip it just like a stone across a lake
Stopping by a burger shop to cop a chocolate shake
I got to make dough but I can't do it rapping
Now I'm washing dishes with Don in the back and
Let's start packing the van for another tour
Because I got see my fan and the others who're
Coming to my show even if you're on the guest list
Because I know my flows are the hypest and the freshest
The place where I rest it's not Maine or Texas
I'm talking about a place located in the midwest
It's the IOWA get it in your noggin
Might see it on a girl's ass when they're jogging
I'm steady flogging on emcees' asses
Every six months I break my motherfucking glasses
A 'D' still passes but I'm getting all 'A's
I refill glasses because I'm fresh all day
Like Mentos the fresh-maker or Cinnaburst
Biting me you'll get scared and say
Those flavor crystals frighten me

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