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Do a stupid little dance feat Taskrok
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Bar one
We the best bar none hands down
Damn clowns You don't wanna spar son
Mad similes and smart puns
Your baby blue me in the bushes Aborigines and dart guns
Large funds but I'm trying to get that TARP money
Angel slaying find me laying with the harp honeys
Still living like I'm swimming with the sharks sonny
Rumbling & stumbling through life like a bar rummy
A smart dummy keeps numbing the brain
Cover the pain I gotta keep it smothered in claim
"TaskRok" but that's not what my mother would say
My wonderful day is dabbing on a budder buffet
So get ready mother lover's cause we about to take it there
Taking off plane chartered You ain't gotta pay a fare
Just inhale the vapor like you was afraid of air
Then you'll be flying even if you're just laying there
I'm still running like Forest Gump
I'll turn your forest of trees into a forest of trunks
And while that line's sinking in seeping through your porous skin
I'ma end the verse cause it's time to bring the in
So if you're feeling how I'm feeling throw your hands high
Do the magpie touch the damn sky
Do a stupid little dance but don't ask why
And tell your parents that I'm not really a bad guy
If you're feeling how I'm feeling throw your hands high
Do the magpie touch the damn sky
Do a stupid little dance but don't ask why
Do a stupid little dance but don't ask why
That's right ladies
I wanna see that ass shake
From the Bonita apple bottoms to the pan cakes
Throw your hands high sorta like your testifying
I'm death defying on the mic While the rest are dying
Proleter pushing keys like Colombians
Honey in the bedroom helping count the money in
Fuck the rubber bands brother bring the bungees in
Duffel bag leather like Crocodile Dundee skin
Oil burning through the night keep the Ti hot
Eyes getting redder but I'm never needing eye drops
Hit the macro never spit a wack flow
Cats know task go harder than a flag pole
International don't know where im landing next
2012 we'll prolly play a show on Planet X
Having sex with an alien chick
in my butane powered titanium ship
So throw your hands high
Or throw your tentacles
All my peoples all my Extraterrestrials
All my outcasts feeling out of place
We get nine dabs deep then we chill in outter space
So if you're feeling how I'm feeling throw your hands high
Do the magpie touch the damn sky
Do a stupid little dance but don't ask why
And tell your parents that I'm not really a bad guy
If you're feeling how I'm feeling throw your hands high
Do the magpie touch the damn sky
Do a stupid little dance but don't ask why
Do a stupid little dance but don't ask why
Yeah now's your chance to show'em man
Show'em them moves you got
What's the matter? I thought- Running man
Yeah you didn't know I could do the running man did you
I'm mowing the lawn
I'm doing that doing that grocery shop thing
It's kinda like mowing lawn
Only now i'm putting stuff into the basket
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