Dear Santa.....
in 2008: "mp.3 Bullworth raps"
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Ever thought of an idle escape,
into back-tracking minds, like a game with a wheel,
Did ya ever pour out in yo' spare change time,
givin' 'bits' to all sorts; stealin' luv with a line?....
Promisin' gifts' to a fake you call you,
sayin' as of late: "I've made the chosen few"
Well then read my lips--don't listen to what I say,
it's not a rhetorical kiss..
..I've got nothin' to give away....
Just sing 'em the words,
Sing it strong,
Make them your 'new friends'
Say it's a song..
Playful boastin', 'bout whatcha know,
after you put it words, you call the Greatest Show,
you're a high-wire act, with a rap so low,
sayin' "THIS" about "THAT" ... givin' lovin' a go,
Baby you've been cryin' off the top' of yo' head,
after you put it to words, you've mumbled all you said,
Capped in bed you choose, trapped in bed you lose
What wuz servin' the booze...ya now find trapped o' top-of-you....
Just sing 'em the words,
Sing it strong....
