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Damn I'ma be old and dirtyFat and bald by 30And by 70 definitely cold and scurvySinking my gums into life or anything as it comesI think I've succumbed to the trick of thinking I'm youngIt take a father of fourtyMake a pass at ya daughterTried to rap, spat my dentures in a glass of waterIt's gonna be sadHolding onto wannabe fadsBut I ain't full of shit, nopeThat's my colostomy bagRocking shows at retirement homesThis trendy geezer don't know went to quitLike a smoker with emphysema[I'll have amnesia]Forgetting tracks when my thoughts are lameIt ain't a seizureI'm body popping with my walking frameDamned to be the last standing ain't no boundaries'Ey yo Pegz, it's your shout for a round of teaI'll have a breathing apparatus that I clip to my micAnd chrome rimmed wheel chair, singing this is for lifeThis is for lifeLetras de cancionesThis is the long term membershipThis is for lifeDedicated to the penmanshipThis is for lifePopping wheel chairs off the kerbAs the world turns a 33 and a third.This is for lifeThis is the long term membershipThis is for lifeDedicated to the penmanshipThis is for lifePopping wheel chairs off the kerbAs the world turns a 33 and a third.YeahUntil I got false teeth, till my beard is greyWith a fat chain and gold plated hearing aidKids on the streets think I'm weird and strangeAt the bowls club, old ladies cheer my nameThis is for lifeMaking beats for my grand kidsStill using MPC's and samplingsDigging interstate for Aretha FranklinWith a honda jet pack and keys to my mansionKeep the passion, dropping the promoFans in the front row popping a No-DozSuffa's got a comb over, rocking a VolvoAnd still getting love like a pocket of mojoOh no, rocking at the RSLDebris on the decks, spinning hard as hellMy man Pressure at the bar nearly passing outWith a security guard trying to calm him downThis is for life, brothers need to heed the lessonsPegz and Hilltops bring the pre conceptions[Ripping the microphone till i'm mother fucking 60]This is for lifeThis is the long term membershipThis is for lifeDedicated to the penmanshipThis is for lifePopping wheel chairs off the kerbAs the world turns a 33 and a third.This is for lifeThis is the long term membershipThis is for lifeDedicated to the penmanshipThis is for lifePopping wheel chairs off the kerbAs the world turns a 33 and a third.Until I'm on a pension with dentures, I'm still gonna flip tracksTill I'm popping Viagra like they're tic tacsUntil my teeth are in a glass on the widow paneIts Suffa MC; the host of your bingo game88 that's two fat ladies,From 88, till I'm 88Can't fade the gratesWe'll still be hard rhymersWith Debris on the decks trying to crab with arthritisWe'll be old timers, cold rhymers with AlzheimersWe'll be bold blind as 50 year old coal minersWith a suit on, filling prescriptions with a couponTelling kids I used to hike with no shoes onFor 3 hours through the rain and snowJust to make it to the clubs so we could claim the showTill they drained the flow, from my piece with a catheterI'll rap with a spectacular home grown vernacularThis is for lifeThis is the long term membershipThis is for lifeDedicated to the penmanshipThis is for lifePopping wheel chairs off the kerbAs the world turns a 33 and a third.This is for lifeThis is the long term membershipThis is for lifeDedicated to the penmanshipThis is for lifePopping wheel chairs off the kerbAs the world turns a 33 and a third.[Ripping the microphone till i'm mother fucking 60] From Letras Mania