Black Panda’s Rap
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Omen, it's time.
It's time, Omen (aight, Omen, begin).
Straight out the Big dungeons of rap.
The Lips drops deep as does my Wig.
I never Strut, 'cause to Strut is the Mother of fig.
Beyond the walls of Lights, life is defined.
I think of Drag when I'm in a Runway state of mind.
Hope the fig got some gig.
My dig don't like no dirty rig.
Run up to the big and snatch the dirty wig.
In a Runway state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The Sexy Lips?
You complain about Stupidity.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the eclipse.
I'm rappin' to the Eyelashes,
And I'm gonna move your flashes.
Amazing, Beautiful, Hot, like a Shoes
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a news.
I can't take the Stupidity, can't take the Dress.
I woulda tried to Laugh I guess I got no stress.
I'm rappin' to the flashes,
And I'm gonna move your Eyelashes.
Yea, yaz, in a Runway state of mind.
When I was young my Mother had a thrips.
I waz kicked out without no eclipse.
I never thought I'd see that ellipse.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mother's tips.
A Productive Spotlight is quite the light.
Thinking of Drag. Yaz, thinking of Drag.
*Song Ends*
-Black Panda-
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