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and realized it's not nature to mother
Generic like no other
Man fuck big brother

The Kottonmouth King Klick
Are you blind or somethin'?
Are you blind
ate it and realized its not nature to mother
Generic like no other, man, fuck big brotha! 

The Kottonmouth King klick. Are you blind or somethin'?
of the night.
Red-faced kings and queens we're here.
Admirals, Sultans, and Statesmen of near and far.
Kings of the Bar!
Barflies on bended knees, we're alcoholic
The Professional.. 

I build lyrics like a monument 

most dominant  I drop bombs with common sense 

the inipatant scientist  a perfectionist 

a lyrical
One day a roman soldier
In a shameful gambling game
Won the blood stained garment
That once had clothed my king
Just a cheap robe of Lenin 
No
This is the sound of a dropping bomb

After years of this are we still all content?
With being pawns in war game chess
Shuffled by King George
Now you and me babe we got candy by the pound
You and me babe we got candy by the pound

Well I never knew it could feel so good
Be the king
to every question
The square and cube of every prime
A name to go with every face
Like he was king upon a throne

And we had nothing in common
Nothing
really am, just one more?

So what would you do for a king
If He saw you fishing out by the sea
And He walked up to you and said "Follow me - it's time
What do 
Crystal Gayle 
Dorothy Hamill 
Don King
Lyle Lovett
And Gloria Steinem have in common

They are Prisoners of Their Hairdos
to test King Tipsy but its risky 

He probably slap a nigga in his mouth like a bitch. G 

So kick rocks and step back by the mile 

Them sober niggaz
2 A.M. a southbound junction - innocence takes flight
Common sense has lost all function - stranded in the night.
The albatross has flown the nest -
What do 
Crystal Gayle 
Dorothy Hamill 
Don King
Lyle Lovett
And Gloria Steinem have in common

They are Prisoners of Their Hairdos
[Chorus]
If Jesus walked the world today, He'd probably be a hillbilly
Common man of men and the King of many
He'd lay his hands on his brother
a lot of Louie's leftover from last night
We alcoholic minded, DJ rewind it
Bitches in liquor, we only fuck with the finest
King-T your higness
I'm
more... 

[King T]
But this will be a classic 
Many facets to get that ass kicked 
The alcoholic Don, call me King Tragic 
Watch me speak the magic
He was a cook at a dead-end job, 26-years-old
She moved back to Atlanta, fucked over by her father she had got disowned
He was a ? for the rap, but
PERISHABLENESS! VANITY! PERISHABLENESS! When The Same Earth One Embraces Sees, The Bones Of Common Man And King, What Tells Less? What Tells More? A Marble Stone
Common fortune seeks us all 
And slips our binding rings 
We'll turn our heads 
And make us reel 
We'll bare our arms as wings 

Before our
sweet
Because he can't be exploited by superstition anymore
Because he can't be bribed or bought by the things that you adore.

He's the property
And every day begins the same
Get up, go out, come back again
Same old same old

A thousand faces pass you by
You never look into there eyes
Minnie had a boyfriend, a gambler
Addicted to poker, an alcoholic, a basshead, crack smoker
He took her to Harlem, and all around Chinatown
He bought some
That's is my memory of Minnie the Moocher

Minnie had a boyfriend, a gambler
Addicted to poker, an alcoholic, a basshead, crack smoker
He took her
Kings
And keep the common touch
If neither enemies nor loving friends
Can hurt you
If everybody counts with you
But none too much.

If you can fill
really hard to choose
Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes

When I'm high on batwings
Up by the silvery moon
I think of a certain sad