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a cutie little booty make my rap absurd
i see a tiny hiney and i fuck up the words
i been rappin ever since my mom could crawl
but i pass a little ass and i can't rap at all

butts are fillin' up my mind
butts are killin' all my rhymes
my mojo don't work, my rap got no flow
there ain't room for both so one's got to go

butts, butts

i was always rappin' in my downtown cage
'til i got a chance to hit the uptown stage
when the moment came for me to rock the mic
all the booty shake and my brain take a hike

butts are fillin' up my mind
butts are killin' all my rhymes
my mojo don't work, my rap got no flow
there ain't room for both so one's got to go

butts, butts

if you think that rappin' is a piece of cake
try to wrap a rap around a booty shake
all the booty knockin' up inside my head
knock me out until i gotta go to bed

butts are fillin' up my mind
butts are killin' all my rhymes
my mojo don't work, my rap got no flow
there ain't room for both so one's got to go

butts, butts

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from recordings & lyrics by Peter D'Elia, released October 17, 2014

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