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I got my fat, sweet mama drop me off by the river
I got a joint, 3 Millers and 12 chicken livers
I got a spot ‘neath the bridge by the expressway
when I walk,
Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk,
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh,
Me and my axe cut biggots spinal cords
got a bunch of buddies I ain't seen in a while,
I got some good-time fun and hot dog buns in a stock pile, 
With some home brew, Malibu and Miller
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder

They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
for the group home kids and boarding houses

This that nigga shit that's on the album
For them niggas inside the chalk linin?, 40 houses
Bring back
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
(The Divine Feminine)

Love, love, love, love (sex)
Love, love, love, love (sex)
You keep playin' and I get furious quick
And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by
I'm there with a Carmelo uniform
I jerk to a pawn then I'm off to work
Train to box you in like Buddy McGirt
Expert got the Draft not Miller
? buddy could you put this bail out

Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin' by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's
if I ain't got no mo'
I'm a hustla, hope everythang I do bubble
Hope my album go triple or atleast double
If not, somebody in trouble
You better wacth
the next quick fix. 
Unpopular prophets with problems 
Up against angels in disguise who want to rob them; 
Who didn't want to end up crushed by god?s
talk like
Fuck around get etched out in chalk like
Down south, homeboy, we do it all night
Tell me what you really know about this raw life

No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
voodoo science 
In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin' skyward 

Calculating May 5  2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment 
The arrival of the prophet
corridors and drug stores
Immensely spokes and leave scars of no evidence
Dense minds outlined in chalk, the refined walk
Can rise again like cocks,
a fool
I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school
Shot at, shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed
That's the foundation upon
whoa man
Fourth album comeback power like rogaine
Records say Columbia but I'm So So man
I stay on my grind bringin in that dough man
From records
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack

I walk in that party and just start bussin' [gunshots and screaming]
Right after I
Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess
Cause the system got us fucked up
It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in
Food for
the total sum is a mathmatical function
I used to get suspended for keepin' the class jumpin'
Had the blackboard with the chalk in my hand
Mr. Cheeks