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Vices & Virtues (Panic at the Disco) · Allies/Virtues (The Allies) · Vices & Virtues (Panic at the Disco) · Adventures: From the Book of Virtues (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Vices and Virtues (Art of Dying) · Virtues (Amber Pacific) · Vices and Virtues (Art of Dying) · Strung out on Panic! At the Disco: A String Quartet Tribute (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Disco Not Disco: Post Punk, Electro & Leftfield Disco Classics 1974-1986 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Disco Deutschland Disco: Disco, Funk & Philly Anthems (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


by The Joker
Lorraine said I never can leave her
She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her

Fuck that shit, bitch
Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be
better watch your back!

(Verse1)
Sadistically sparkin' the "Sife?"
Run up on your squadrin wit'a knife
And bring the lyrics sheet from a carcass album
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
Ratin latent, and perpetratin 

My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes 

You get frantic, New York City, run and panic 

California, I switch
by The Joker
Lorraine said I never can leave her
She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her

F*** that s***, b****
Give up my dick for p****, I'd be
[Heavy D] 
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
Verse One:

Dres --

Black Sheep, in your house, party people you remember
The two that served your whole crew like the bartender
It's dynamic D
vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudes 
That give longitude and latitude some attitudes 

From an environment, freestyle's a requirement 
Upon every album
[Heavy D] 
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
Nothing else she was treated sick
And ineffective which is the worst thing
That she'd been left with
Damn, no magic from David Blane
No painter to pain this
line of notes in my last album
I talked about a close call with a grenade

I think we both must have been about seventh grade
But don't panic we both
I'm givin' it to you old school style, no album cover gimmicks,
No intros, no shout outs, nothin' but straight lyrics,
If you in your car buckle
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
un tremblement d'ter-toss

Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en