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We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town.
And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
We got to singin' around.
And about
Sing of legend, sing of destruction
Witness the last of the god-men
Hear about Megas Jonsson *
Cast the runes against your own soul
There is not much
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town
And, for some strange reason God only knows
We got to singin' around
And about
implosion
Your whole chest and your world caved in
They completely gave in, they just sparks and brave men

Did ya say that?
Record execs wanna push the album
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town
And, for some strange reason God only knows
We got to singin' around
And about
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town
And, for some strange reason God only knows
We got to singin' around
And about
the album "Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof/Pete Briquette
your bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would
Never thought that the napalm would bust
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
From the album best of donovan

An' my belly is craving, I got shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
and make me play the album 

I'm out to rule the world 

while you talk about your silly glasses 

half-ass rappers can't match this 

the shit I
got mad folk
I played the middle man in every little scam
Some as complex as a hip hop album riddle jam
I find it's quite intriguing as I think about
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby bubba
Well, he caught me in my van
The gun shot men forward

Check me out in my black Transam dippin'
blame you (who can really blame you)
We're the ones who (chicka) made you

Back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac or ant'-acid if you can
You're
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin' 'bout all the ends 

that I spends, making snaps, pumping cool G Rap and Biz 
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about
that'll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin' in my drop-top Benz
with friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends
that I
blessin fiends
We the men of empty dreams

My every, master piece
Influenced by street tragedys
Got family, tried jackin me
A lotta fun that'll be...