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Textes et Paroles de Encore



Yo, it's the Renegade, a.k.a. Sweet Baby Ray
Chillin' here with B-Lade, you know, The Butcher
We in his steak shop right now, cutting our meat, and beating our shit
Laying it down, one more time for The Cutlets

(The Butcher)
I like my steak slapped, and my pork pulled
Best believe my bottle of A1's always full
Some times I get bored, alone at the crib
That's when I know I need to spank my prime rib
Jerking and yanking, gerking and spanking
I beat my meat harder than that faggot Clay Aiken
I'm the boss when I haus, make the best sauce
My steak is so damn big, it never gets lost
Slap it, grab it, pull it, tap it
Shit's always stiff, so you never see me flap
My chubby's the shit, he's my main man
Cause I never say no to slapping my ham
I do it with my left hand, do it with my right
I beat that shit from the early morning to late night
Bitches come and go, not all of them love
But I know I'll be together forever with my chubby

If you beat ya meat, Please stand up!
If you slap ya steak, Put yo hands up!
If you beat ya meat, Please stand up!
If you slap ya steak, Put yo hands up!

(Sweet Baby Ray)
It's RB the Renegade, sitting here with B-Lade
Chillin' fresher than a South Jersey fade
We the finest MC's Massachusetts ever made
We vets in this game, not rooks like Dennis Quaid
Sweet Baby Ray lounging with a chubby
While B-Lade pops out the fucking bubbly
Our beats be ill, our rhymes be fire
We give these bitches whatever they desire
I know what they need to make them love me
That's when I whip out my big fat chubby
Pulling my steak, jogging my hog
Bitches tugging on my shit, trying to make eggnog
Some call me the haus, others the boss
All I wanna do is squirt my steak sauce
RB the king, I know I can't sing
But I am the ringmaster of this entire thing

If you beat ya meat, Please stand up!
If you slap ya steak, Put yo hands up!
If you beat ya meat, Please stand up!
If you slap ya steak, Put yo hands up!

If you beat ya meat, Please stand up!
If you slap ya steak, Put yo hands up!
If you beat ya meat, Please stand up!
If you slap ya steak, Put yo hands up!

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