the paperboy We be them paperboys, we be them paperboys, ayy [B.O.B:] I got skills Nunchuck Skills Rowing SKills Bowling Skills I'm pretty much Flowin still so I guess I got Floating skills
be actin maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun My rhyming skills
since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's
Who doesn't have a band? Shit I don't know What kind of sane person drops his own name What kind of sane person boos his own band off stage What kind
in double time As the battle begins, Napoleon springs his audacious plan He?ll attack them on two fronts, splitting up his warring band As the Prussians
coverage area Send me the bill if all my lovin' is scarin' ya Dare you to dream the way that I believe I got the skill to go commando in any fatigues I got the best damn band
! And plus I get paper dog, don't let me forget The watch face so blue like it's holdin it's breath Can't see me skill for skill or check for check It
, punk. Jon: Whatever nigga... Fred: Say what, say what? (x4) Jon: My dick is bigger than yours... Fred: Say what, say what? (x3) Jon: My band
And I'm a keep my pants sagging Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin' And I'm a keep a lot of girls on my band wagon Cause I don't give
you cant sing it then nobody can wu tang clan skill from the method the worlds best meen skills kills on this record slim shady crazy ass cracker
band. Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You). You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay), You need a new job (ha). Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back
your a loser I am a super star-a f.a.b.o I do it like tacara (f.a.b.o) cause yall sum dylon hoes t ry to fuck up ma band I fucks with nylon hoes I got
ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitin for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin An orgi-nation of veterans built with genuine skills
it I got the same old job Taxi-driver in copenhagen 24 non-stop We openize on the rise Recognize to alls comin strong In the band's pumpin 2 Pac This
[Verse 1: Wale] Why would I worry? I am forever blessed That "Brings Me To Life" in a sense, Evanes-scence The fence they was on about my rap skills
ladies eyes Get down on the croucho playground In the chicklet castle i?m a goon in a gown Wizard: sun and moon go hand in hand Cryin tears of a puppet band
through ancient forest lands And light a thousand cities with our hands Your dark satanic mills Have made redundant all our mining skills You can't exchange a six inch band
