Sex packets, a dollar or two. Just tell me, how many for you. This time, this time. This time, this time. . Sex packets, the girl of your dreams. Just try one, it's not what it seems.
I've returned from the meadow with a fellow named X. Two turntables and a spark upon his set. Wet behind the ears from the tears of my peers. Rap is outta control that's what we fear.