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Borin' Convo Lyrics - Key To The Kuffs - Jj Doom

The supervillain get kicked out your country 

And said the Plege of Allegiance six times monthly 

He ain't hardly go to school 

Been known to rock a party and do karate on a ghoul 

Get your whole dome strangled 

While in London town he sported a chrome Kangol 

And did his best to blend in 

Even till the endin', borderline pretendin' 

Not quite, do it matter where you from? 

Or more if you scared, prepared or mad dumb 

Hold that thought 

Youngins all thirsty, get the old man caught 

That's a bad sport 

And a tad short, another random thought 

Show your support for the troops in the street 

Before the troop (?) he put a scoop of poop in the beat 

That'll get it loopin' complete 

So when she do the hula-hoop she spin it with her teeth 

Ball, beat 'em all, that's the daily affirmation 

Like every day the same songs play at the radio station 

They need to change they compilation 

Before he storm the place in, causing complication 

Watch what comes pouring out your face skin 

Pissing in the waste bin, boring conversation 

 

"What do you guys do? What do you do?" 

"Collect taxes" 

"Collect taxes?" 

"Yeah" 

"What do you mean?" 

"A tax collector" 

 

Wussy, the style is steel clad 

Y'all need to practice like he need some pusst real bad 

And that's the most he could emphasize 

Never tell a lie, and when he boast, temperature rise 

Keep it on the humble 

Speak it on the mumble, creep, dive and tumble 

Back on his feet, foes tremble and crumble 

Send your best wide receiver, incomplete fumble 

The whole team rumble 

Remember it's just a game, keep your helmet on, numbskull! 

Things could get uncomfortable and sticky 

That's why he wear the metal mask, kick me 

I must be dreamin' in the daytime 

Company schemin', I think I see them by the layline 

(?) wouldn't wanna be him, he's a goner 

Laid out in the gutter, see him on your corner, foreigner 

 

"Excuse me? Can we interrupt you for two minutes? What are you doing?" 

Writer:

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