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a song of freedom till love taught them to be
Peter, Paul and Mary answer in the wind
Ring the bell of glory, He’s here again, here again, here again
keep sailin' keep the storm clouds far away and
Hand in hand we'll walk together side by side

Please don't pay me attention to someone that they should
keep sailin' keep the storm clouds far away and
Hand in hand we'll walk together side by side

Please don't pay me attention to someone that they should
dictionary
I swear by Peter
Paul & Mary
I'll use it!"

"Furthermore," said the rebel
"I won't let the issue pass
The whole student boby's gonna
Sit
Maddrox]
There go a vampire hung with a 9 millameter.
Are souls are blessed by Mary ? and St. Peter.
It'll be the place, but I call it the host.
Am I dead
on the wrist
Step into the flow, kneejerk, involuntary like Peter, Paul and Mary (Yo who dat?)
I know the rules, they palm the ball and carry
Killing ‘em was
was a dream, maybe it's smoke in this mirror
Wish I could change it all just by blowin' smoke in the mirror
Been such a long ride, wishin' I was
Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Boys ??? ???Paul Revere??? 
- ???Now here???s a little story I got to tell/About three bad brothers you know so well/It started way back in history/With
the method man 
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan 
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter 
In fact I snap back like a rubber 
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
the method man 
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan 
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter 
In fact I snap back like a rubber 
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
it's on, and the chase begins
Cuttin the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind
Dog on my trail
And he pickin' up the scent
K-0 cops
Kill a four legged friend
the method man 
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan 
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter 
In fact I snap back like a rubber 
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 
Like the body cool  keep the strap up by the naughties
the method man 
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan 
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter 
In fact I snap back like a rubber 
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
mundane to make it plain
You're pacified by Mary Jane, but the end is still the same
First up to bat is the man Mondo McCann
And I'ma tell it like it is,