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Barry Horowitz
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Barry Horowitz was released on March 14, 2011 by Fine Fabric Delegates as a part of the album Dr. Lecter
ReleasedMarch 14, 2011
LabelFine Fabric Delegates
LanguageEnglish
BPM95
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(His opponent from St. Petersburg, Florida)
(Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry Horowitz!)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, the Chocolatey-ay
Bronsalinio, yeah
[Verse 3]
To the back with the had, lean back in the 'Lac
Crack the window, hear the soldier sounds and that in the back
Ain't no Cat in the Hat, just a cat that can rap
This is Bronson, representing Flushing, Queens on the map, yeah
Heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind
Blunt filled with a citrus mixture with orange and lime
(Pussy drip) When the thought of Action come to mind
Born to ride, winter, spring, summer, shine
Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide
You don't want the revolution to be televised
Terrified from the Arab mountain death camps
With the iron burning hot, get these chest stamps
Phone calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece
With or without leaf, burn about an ounce, chief
To the neck, like a razor for the stubble
Raised inside the struggle, blazin' in the huddle, yeah
Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it
Left the slippers in the sand, motherfuckers couldn't stand in it
[Verse 4]
Someone took the words in my song
[Verse 5]
It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back
Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack
Close the window to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers gettin' placed into a young urn
Specialized like the little bus
Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the clitoris
King Kong ain't got shit on us
I'm out here gettin' it for real, while you motherfuckers filibust'
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission
Started at pole position, eyes on the long division
As it burn my thumb, I roll another one
Quite persistent, that's why they call me my mother's son
Shoot the gold gift, leave your ho stiff
Make your ho sniff, Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the coke king
'Cause every motherfucker in here rockin' loaded
I'm on that old shit
[Verse 6]
Someone took the words to my song
Someone took the words to my song
[Verse 7]
(Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back)
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