This is a song about "Black elijah wood"

Yo, i'll bet she be back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And hide like a beast under the wood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

What, what ... project shit what

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Get ya head bust

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

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