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pits, niggaz with they armpits
down, smellin funky, check out the junkie, spit
I'm destructive!! (4X)

Like a green red blue reindeer, dead lying down
or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After 10 years without
After 10 years without no spouse
Momma’s gettin' married in the house
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
Mother queen’s risin'
[m/l van Dyk]

[Part I: Arrivals]

October's a rare month for boys
When life is simple, pure and sweet
And the foolish youth can overlook
The wolf
the blue cheese
We got them clips just like a movie
She suck me up just like a smoothie

Pussy so gooey, she lick me up after she do me
It's Boat from
After 10 years without no spouse
Momma’s gettin' married in the house
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
Mother queen’s risin'
or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After 10 years without
or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After 10 years without
of stuff
And now it's time to think about
Me, me yeah

And you can easily gamble your life away
Second after second
And day by day
You play the game
over in October
Punch a hole through your solar plex, and it's over!
I mark X on your chest it's over, and bury the dead
Ain't gonna be no rest
We'll push it to the limit like a tourniquet crushin' your cranium
Mushin' you, murder you, burnin' you to a crisp live on uranium
Maintainin' sins
After 10 years without no spouse
Momma’s gettin' married in the house
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
Mother queen’s risin'
or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After 10 years without
olive oils 

Company Flow fuck please 

Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines 

Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my
like the 'yes man'
I'm in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got
Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
I'm
Chorus: Make em say "Ungh!" (Ungh!) 
N nah n nah! (n nah n nah!) 
[Master P] 
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the muthafuckin tank 
Ya'll after big thangs, we
watch it in my boxers
Wash myself when my mom yells dress, and just breakfast
Guess it's time to bum with the triumvirate
Love that shit, crushin'
what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin'
When the death come callin'

The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I
court is in session after dawn, 
But before breakfast,
Expert effective mass burial method so well measured
It's impressive and intensive, not
of stuff
And now it's time to think about
Me, me yeah

And you can easily gamble your life away
Second after second
And day by day
You play the game
[Chorus: x2 (T.I.)]
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it
leave you breathless
shit I'm a winner
More like a sinner
Try'na make it to dinner
Then live after breakfast
Ya know

Trae 
S.P.
How the fuck are
sick
I got a shepherds crook as a walking stick
And I'm heading on

My heart's gone blue
And I've done wrong by you
I don't know what to do but I'm
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that

Telephone poles