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Don Bass

Donald Wayne Bass (March 11, 1956 – October 26, 1989) was a professional American football tight end in the National Football League. He played five seasons for the Cincinnati Bengals (1978–1981) and the New Orleans Saints (1982). He played college football at the University of Houston. He has two living children. In his four seasons at Houston, Bass caught 105 passes for 1,821 yards and 16 touchdowns. Bass was drafted by the Bengals in the third round of the 1978 NFL draft. Bass went on to catch 117 passes for 1,580 yards and 13 touchdowns over his first three seasons. He did not have any regular season receptions in his last two years, though he did catch a touchdown pass in the Bengals 1981 win over the San Diego Chargers in the AFC championship game. In … more »

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Spoooooooky
Spoo Spooky
Spooooooooky
Yeeaahhuhhh
Spooooooky
Spoo 

Bass ain't nothing without 808s
And a couple bars serving life sentence 
As I ask for repentance cause I'm killing it
Feeling it, too sick I'm so ill in it 
Saliva on the flow I had to spit on it 
Look up, sky's the limit no ceiling in 
These words I had to go ahead and riddle in 
If you have ADHD my music is your Ritalin 

Running man I don't do the dance , that's too stagnant... I advance 
Weather man... said I drip drip, that's the forecast and I'm wearing it 
I do whatever, live however
Work hard and put no fear in it 
I listen to elders, get wiser, work smarter
Then put my heart in it 
All in it, fall in it, I'm gassed up
You fartin shit 
And that is the reason why no one wants ya kid 
That's just an orphan bar don't get sensitive 
Me and the team win back to back consecutive 
Enemies working together to become competitive 
Tryna move into the crew like a resident 
I live my life just like the president... 44 (Obama)
I'm 24, been a laker fan cause of Kobe yo
From the DMV, we'll show you wizardry 
A lot of Harry Potter's and Houdini's 
Make a wish I need my genie 
Rubbin on the bottle 
She got an hour glass
Throwing shots off the back
Alley oop with the pass 
Smooth with the sound like jazz
Full throttle on the gas
Spooky
Spooky flows 
Like a haunted house with some ghost 
On the 31st like I'm trick or treating 
I don't need to trick for no treat
I eat good bon appetite 
Heard ya tryna feast with the beast 
Heard ya tryna kick it bring ya cleats 
Heard ya tryna meet the meat and greet
I kill a beat... here's the eulogy 
Lyric fluently, beat the beat brutally 
No instrumental has immunity 
Words come together like communities 
I'm just exercising my abilities 
Harmonizing through some symphonies 
Don has a ghost writer, that's a conspiracy 
I'm the ghost writer, let's talk some written fees
These days rappers ain't got bars in their raps
So what that mean? they just talk a lot 
Whole bunch of nothing, self incrimination
Then you get the wondering why the block is hot 
I spit like lil Wayne's block is hot
With a whole bunch of metaphors, adjectives, similes with the some slurs in my words 
To let y'all know I got it since birth 
Witty Walt is what ya heard 
If that goes over heads then you a bird

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