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The High & Mighty
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[Verse 1]
You know baby
I've been thinkin' about you a lot
You know I've been doin' a lot of
Private things on my own
Just e in the bathroom, by myself
You know, a little hands on experience
[Verse 2]
I'm six million dollars, rappin like I'm Steve Austin
Made of steel, diamonds glitter on the Ampex reel
Super chargin' my brain cells, glowin' extra large and
My afro sheen, skin color should be green
Girls in the backseat with thongs stuck between they boo boo
I'm rappin' through you, on sidelines he's talkin' to you
My finesse in Batmobiles, cruise with Adam West
Down Bronx streets and project buildings holdin' flashlights
Daily newsies, pull your maxi's out in the movies
Make you think fast, rub powder on your diaper rash
Catch you with stomachs out, bumps our, and Jenny Craig'n
You still be beggin' with that body shaped like a egg'n
Rhinoceros funk with panties piled in the trunk
Playboy books with Black Tail, my boy, readin' Hustler
I pull up with no Benz, just a Plymouth Duster
Cruisin' around town naked bumpin James Brown
Underwear light blue, scratchin' balls with hands down
You see me comin', passin' rappers like I'm Mr. Drummond
On your street pee, your colored socks smell like feet
Timberland boots walk in Bentley's with y space suits
Astronaut sneakers standin' hard by the speakers
Kool Keith
[Verse 3]
We got butlers with maids, condos built in Brazil
Chrysler Cordovas, Monte Carlos on the hill
The raw ingredients with hands on experience
With Nissan trucks, worth a hundred thousand bucks
We got butlers with maids, condos built in Brazil
Chrysler Cordovas, Monte Carlos on the hill
The raw ingredients with hands on experience
With Nissan trucks, worth a hundred thousand bucks
[Verse 4]
You I bust my own, ready to feel thrusts
My lust explodes in loads, feelin' like Big Pun
The crush, rushin' to phone for episodes, atone for sex
And videos lyin' at home that's stamped with X
You feelin' me yet? Well then I guess I'll commence
With my five **** rubbin', resort into self lovin'
White blood runnin', yo, well that's some really nasty shit
Oh, oh well, I wouldn't y'all thinkin' I'm a sadomasochist
I pass the list of **** who masturbate
I flash my wrists when there's no brothers to pass the gate
Holdin' myself down when I'm on the clit
I've got gadgets like I'm fuckin' James Bond and shit
Flippin' myself, hittin' the spots, keepin' it hot
Got the lights off, porn's on, ready to rock, fuck it
Oh, What? What? I'll praise myself
And I haven't went blind, I've got days of health
Even amazed at the stealth speed my hand flicks
I represent for chicks and **** with they hands on they shit
Ha, ha
[Verse 5]
It's Han Solo, one time again
I'm no jerk my friends, just for dick again and again
I put a towel up on the floor
For easy post-cleanup, get up, close my door
So my roommate won't bust me
Like my mo did, and my dad did
And my collage roommate did with Jergens in my palm
That's why now I do it dry
So that's the set up, I tilt my head up
Put my fingers on my nipple, swish around my pre-cum dribble
Rippin' epidermis 'cause it's easy to be
Shootin' loads to go to bed 'cause it make me sleepy
Titties on my mind, close to ejaculation
Anal perspiration, heavy inhalation
I sought over shoulders in Boulder Colorado
Shoot on walls and toilets stalls is my motto
It's like that y'all, y'all and you don't dare stop, stop
I grab my cock until the cum drops
Mr. Eon, you got hand on experience? (You know I do)
Grab the mic and get delirious
[Verse 6]
Callouses on my hand, both left and right
Vaseline, magazine, and my lovin' hair with a tight, slip
Put my wood in a vice grip
And then Janet, jack me with them fine ass lips
I spew goo in the form of Elmer's Glue
Up in my mind, a pornography who's who
Channel 35 receiver, dick reliever
Spank to the thought of me shavin' beavers
I'm Mr. Miyagi, wax off, wax off
I even jerked at dinner on the table clothes
Paper towel napkins, tissue's not  the issue
I know you be fearin' this hand on experience
Written by: Keith Thornton
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