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Kenny Silvers the boy who disappeared,
Kenny Silvers the boy who disappeared

Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day
Chasing his childlike
everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through
everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through
everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through
everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through
Kenny Silvers 
The boy who disappeared,
Kenny Silvers 
The boy who disappeared

Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day
Chasing his
the backstreets there's a sinner
Where the low life keep on falling
And the victim pays the winner
But the price just stays the same

Tonight come on calling
frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
again, is there no one else strapped 
Keep ya hands on ya gat 
Now ya boys watch ya back 
Cause in tha alleys of cali I'ma tell ya 
Mess with tha best
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die

[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
the backstreet boys 
And britney spears
Where they gonna be in the next few years
We got bullshit songs written by old farts
In the hopes that one of them will
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap s***
Let's party
Imagine the Backstreet Boys
Here with the Neptunes
Calling the rap room
Play time now holla
Push to be one if you holla
Slo' mow,
with her ass in my face
I'mma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband
Dope

Killing the game,
And a bad little mama with her ass in my face
I'mma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband
Dope
I do 
So fuck him and the backstreet boys too (yea I said it)
Whatever happened to the cast of different strokes? 
Gary's broke, Todd snort coke,
with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin'?  Tryin' to act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's
stretch marks, with black girl asses
Upscale extravagant, no autographs
Tell the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant
Lady singers and rappers, I'm Keith
I said I had a brother in the Backstreet Boys
So everyone screamed

Hey is this some kinda trick

Yea, which one is he?

The blonde one, Nick
it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'mma tell ya
Mess with the best
the smell of 
School dining halls and backstreet brawls?
I was a twenty first century kid Casanova
With a lover's patch and freestyle charm we went arm in
the smell of 
School dining halls and backstreet brawls?
I was a twenty first century kid Casanova
With a lover's patch and freestyle charm we went arm in
again, is there no one else strapped 
Keep ya hands on ya gat 
Now ya boys watch ya back 
Cause in tha alleys of cali I'ma tell ya 
Mess with tha best
(Yeah)
Try acid and get your butt pumped out like I did
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Backstreet