The Shabba-Doo Conspiracy - Chino XL, Sean Freehill

Yes!

As we interrupt

For sisters out there ovulating

Brothers out there… doing private things

Let’s get busy!

I be the receiver, of strange mind patterns

No type of compassion, endless my though process

Hits like a dark cavern, I was bred of toxic parents

Embryonic stages underdeveloped fetal pages that I burnt like phasers

Releasing human excrements on you like Tawana Brawley

Thinking to myself like Pee Wee Herman caught jerking off

I wish nobody saw me, wishing I could hide vibe Kool Keith we spark this

We step on stage MC’s dissapear like the rain forest

So when I rocks again get oxygen get cameras on

No telling diverse curse selling I’m reversed like Hammer son

Mental capacity, hindered like I’m Forrest Gump

Bu-dump, for your trunk

Get you hooked like crack hooked Humpty Hump

I catch the *real* with more sick humor than Benny *Hill*

I slap you up and make you *feel* what DeVon *feel*

You cry like Dice Clay, like Kunta Kinte I gets loose

You blowin up’s a fucking dream like the gang truce

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

They be perpetratin live, like they wild on the avenue

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

But they signed they lives away, now they don’t know what to do

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

I catch em perpetratin streets over beats when they through

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo *echoes*

Super flexin, yo Chino XL, let’s inhale

Funky sex man naked, foresmith is bound to shoot the gift

Riff riff raff, rappers make me giggle giggle laugh

From the East coast to Texas, I kick a rhyme like Pele

Strolling knee deep, you take a peep, while my beeper beep

Catchin wreck one two one two achoo achoo achoo

Sneezing and pleasing, on your ear, verbal easing

Chocolate flows then drips down through your nose

Between your legs, I bend your head with beer kegs

True, I’m blue, the smith can’t stick to doo-doo

Yo Chino we needle we brown with the King Crown

Rockin underground bound, and pullin girls panties down

Yo check it, yo step with, you puppet muppet nitwit

Energizing like forty volts, I’m shocking to your anal

With my goggles paisano, Spiderman against the Rhino

Leaping on your building, downtown Los Angeles

Skandalous man, shooting sperm in your perm

Leaving ways to dry, my urine dropping in your eye

Burning afro puffs, with that greasy sticky stuff

I get rough, and plant my seed into your rectum

Masterbating at warp speed, I pull up in your spectrum

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

While they be perpetratin live like they wild on the avenue

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

Mad cause they signed they lives away now they don’t know what to do

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

I peep em perpetratin streets over beats cuz they through

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo *echoes*

Heh heh, let’s see who I be now

The I-N-O behind the C and the H

With the X add the L I can spell cause I ain’t Dan Quayle

Pediatrician my mission Uncle Fester with the skills

Making Lurch reactivate Morticia’s only child was style

Sleeping on me like a narcolypetic as I grow

But you’ll be here today and gone tomorrow like The Afros

Like a child alone with Luther, your ass in danger

MC’s collect my styles like small kids do Power Rangers

You holding back on the feeble, small weasel

No handicap love, elephants on the fence

Ever since dinosaurs, people stood on Crenshaw

And palace fade shopping lades, you never saw before

Bouncing down with more bounce, with music by the ounce

With my finger between the mean California labia

Dark girl maybe-ia, I think her name is Evia

Avon computer flex, killin mice and insects

I’m, sliding into this beat like

Hot thermometers into your anal channel

I toss that ass up like

A gang sign but not wearing flannel

I’m prefacing like George Jefferson, WHEEZY!

Chino XL my brother B-Wiz and Kool Keith

Now try to take it easy

My range is high rise, do people know I’m circumcised

Cut back with the skin, come now, come in come again

I make light dark, you pimple faced birds

Wipe your mouth with Clorox, I clean with Spic and Span

Leave a magical tissue, and yellow vomit in your hand

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

Uh-huh, perpetrating live like they wild on the avenus

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

And now they signed they lives away and they don’t know what to do

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

I caught em perpetrating streets over beats cuz they through

Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo

Ask your label, I bet they let you do it too

Yes

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