Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one’s breath.

Eve Glicksman

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Back From the Dead
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Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
Hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
 
Never slackin hoes I be mackin
Not wacked I don't try to act black when
I came up I came at ya from the outskirts
Bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
 
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
**** a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
 
Park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I'd rock 2 the -and rip **** up
An now I've toured this nation
Pimp of the nation
 
Pullin hoes
Rock the set in each city then step
Me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
*****es, they think I'm sexist
 
But all I want baby is your grits for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
And gimme a plate of that ***** on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class
 
Just a foul mouthed little ****in smart ***
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ***
Smoked dope and I flunked every class
Slash and I smash 'cause I thrash when I bash
 
Invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
Moved out of the crib 'cause I hated cuttin grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it
 
Cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
Flex, sex, run of the next
Flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the suckers who wanted 2
Front an get around 2 the
 
2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme
I'm shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like
Every time **** I don't eat no manwich
Kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich
 
Somebody said I'm the best in the Mo-town
But this town ain't **** but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied they fessed
***** I'm the best in the mother ****in midwest
 
Want to be heard when I rap so I yell it
Sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad ***** I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than ****in White Boy Rick
 
My first LP wasn't pushed for ****
So Jive Records yo, go and suck a fat ****
'cause I'm rippin like a chainsaw
Yes I'm that raw laughin' at ya suckers like Hee Haw
 
Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat
Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat