Slamming It Down

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Slamming It Down

By Paul McCann

I was walking down the street , with my finger up my nose,

I was telling everybody. hey this is how it goes.

Gimmie gimmie gimmie cause I'm a skinny looking dude ,

Yea ,I said gimmie gimmie gimmie some slam jamming food .

There’s no rest for a wicked and even less for the good ,

I’m working hard for a living and doing what I should ,

Doing some word jamming man and my fingers like to speak

Got some space on a floor and I’m standing up on my feet

I do what I do because that’s just  the way that it is

All the words they start to rhyme some are mine and some are his

It’s always on the money but none of that can be saved  

I can’t take it with me so don’t bury it  in my grave .

Gimmie gimmie gimmie some of that cash there in my hand

Gimmie gimmie gimmie so I can spread it out like jam .

There’s a rumble in my gut that keeps going round and round

I’ve got the bread and butter and now I’m slamming it down .

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