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First you taste it then you're wasted
By the time you're almost 16 years old
Everything used to be so simple
Like the beating of a heart
Dedicated
buried by Christmas
(all I want for Christmas is a custom fit casket,
With black velvet interior

Oh yeah and a bucket of chicken)

Seasons beatings
Lord I miss the highway, running against the wind
Blessed are the stoned, and all the places they've been
Shadow of a man at home, beating a dead
She is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language
It's the beating she don't need

She lets loose all the horses
When the corporal is
tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language
It's the beating she don't need

She lets loose all the horses
When the corporal is asleep
And he
She is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language
It's the beating she don't need

She lets loose all the horses
When the corporal is
the city on out to the sea
And if your brothers come after me
With their horses so wild and so free
I'll be waitin' at the gate in a terrible state
With
Jerome, body language

{Go Morris chanted 16 times over}
now do the horse (yeah)
Oak Tree! (look out)
I like that, Oak Tree!
Get ready, Chili sauce!
the corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language
It's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses
When the corporal is asleep
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation
You bring your crew and 'em and I'm doing 'em
Then I'm beating 'em down with aluminum
Then I'm putting two in
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on ya hands,
is tied against the tree
She doesnâ??t mind the language
Itâ??s the beating she donâ??t need
She lets loose all the horses
When the corporal is
would like to rend it weaponless. I watch the sunrise every weekend, and when I'm speaking I'm not beating a dead horse. like streaking the golf course.
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
in beating a dead corpse in its own malignant game
Slicing off another cutting remark that could shear off protruding bones
Our barbs are quite
Godly is how we rep this undeniable force
You like a weak preacher, swearing smacked dead on a cross
Kick niggaz like the two back legs of a horse
Chop
Originoo Gunn Clap you
And it's no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure
Heltah Skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher
Ready to get
posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself - without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is
posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself - without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
beating
Cows are mooing sheep are bleating
I'm being haunted by all the meat I've eaten
And then a burglar alarm goes off in my head
And I wake up
fighter flats, they'll just choose to throw down
Ain't nothing like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost town
I move with no sound... I used
he lifts with the force of a horses kick
Multiplied by the reason why god exists, and makes Thor his bitch!
Horror flick like imagery, organs