Datskat! I know you dig it I kick it baby!
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Datskat! I you dig it when I kick it baby!
Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we rock And don't stop, droppin off my bags you fags When you define, the word behind, you lags We off like launchers, launchin off the rockets If you bugs, if you act like plugs, you're gettin Out of sockets, the extra-curricular particularly in lyrics they be callin me Jesus Please call me Malik I'm not a prophet Pass me a topic and drop it Because it gets, hairier, marry or flurries a throne To with a boy upon the microphone Will be convenient, I'm never lenient On them who gonna slow-up cause they a dope But We makin touchdowns, cause we butts down, so
Datskat! I know you dig it I kick it baby!