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Extra Kool Even S Dead The Chronicles Of An American Waster

kind of a scary night, Well it's those Englewood Kreeps, we're rolling About five deep, another night on the town, There's no time for sleep, it's just

a puppet, with no strings To jump the gun, I treat my lover like she's motion Sickness, it's left me numb, I am everything, it's To late, no I am nothing

the beat, Awhat, bring the heat, Extra Kool, Dirty Lab, left them standing In defeat, Awaht drop the beat, Awhat bring The heat, the snuggle bunny's into

you Out, let's watch my heart turn to plastic, hey Kool kick me down, let me get a hundred bucks, I'll get you back that's on boy's, see my rent Just

rapper then Ramped... [Hook: Extra Kool] Put your nylons on, little rappers looking silly, Feeling saucey in a stocking cap, nameless in my City [x2] [Extra Kool

it's Just me and Argonaut sharing stories of these kids, It's just me and Dirty Lab... [Hook x2] [Time:] It's Big Time and Extra Kool, sipping on V

[Verse 1:] Even's Dead, The Chronicles Of An American Waster... Waster's everything, a sugar skull painted white, he's contradiction In it's purest form