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Ducking A Fight
When my dew rag wet its like a true magnet// attracts metals
While fact settles// in my brain but my thinking back pedals
Remember in club December a scrub in a hurl of romance
Ask girl for dance name pearl had chance made a sexual advance
DJ celebrates in song and educates my dome with funky beats
And chunky heat hear some hit my eardrum like donkey feet
Had a sick kick, departed frightened cats started fighting
Duck them beer cans, fuck I’m in fear man fists enlighten
The scene as bottles are thrown, time to throttle my chrome
Crowd fast scatters as glass shatters on DJ’s booth I’m going home
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