Watch out for my diacritical mark.
Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard
Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home
My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone
Rapping bout things that leave mark
Like a small garage in your backyard
I go back to my friend rob.
Believe me i'mma be your god
Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic
I got kids bitch i don't need nick
The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"
Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top
Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,
You reflect in this heart of mine
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