Ten Foot Pole - Fiction lyrics

What what you you gonna gonna do do

When this nigga nigga come come through through

Nuff nuff chitty chitty chat fat fat

No no never never sound sound wak wak

Too too many many try try this this

But but my my stylo’s the business

I I hit hit you you puick puick

With with something that’s wetter than liquid

Wizz kid widda widda doudle doudle lik lik

Vihe vibe strong strong devils on my dick dick

Make make dollar dollar bill dill daily

Cool cool take it take it easy with a lady

Fresh fresh digga nigga don’t don’t test test

End up with an arrow through your chest

Free free style style duck duck wild wild

Dreada Dreadatour tour versitile

Double or quits come get a fix

Dreadatour kicking the funkyfied lyrix

Double or quits come get a fix

Live and direct with the snare an’ drum kicks

Double or quits come get a fix

Dreadatour kicking the funkyfied lyrix

Double or quits come get a fix

Live and direct with the snare an’ drum kicks

When l’m on the mike I have no time to bore

Like a centre forward yo my rymes they score

I’m true to the game I used to think we’re all the same

But now I know l’m different

Just watch me kick it hardcore

I live in Italy the place of Pussy Galore

You can fuck’em in the car

Or even on the kitchen floor

Everyone wanna get with the Dreadatour

But if you mess around baby

You’ll go through the creaky door ... like that

Big up to my nephew D.J. Shorty Blitz

Big up to Mimma wid ya tumpty tough tits

Big up to Charlie helpin to make hits

Little down to Zetta boy we break you down to bits

Big up to the yardies who mix up with the brits

Big to Eddie Murphy who give me the fits

Big up to Suzanna for your digits

And to the blacks in the flicks

And to Jah for lyrics