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MARK:
They call me Mark
Mark from the Park
They only know me as a dad
But before my kid I had 
A certain spark

I wrote 5 shows
That no one knows

Do this all day
Cookin' it up
Sautee
Yea She like the way I sing
And she love Sade
Poet in your mind
You can call me
Mark twain
Moet in your cup
Pour

treatment after all the respect And love you gave out on earth, everything we do is traced by our own shadow

I call that, shadow mark, shadow mark, shadow

disabled
I pour up, mud in my cup
I pour up, I fuck with drugs (call)
Mark up red
But I swear that shit ain't blood

Go, go, go
He like, "Damn, he was stuck

of town

Roger
For someone who longs for a community of his own
who's with his camera, alone
I'll call

Mark
I hate the fall

Roger
You heard

Mimi
Every

80 RPM
Mark my opp call me sharpie pen
Build up tents
Latenight driveby was intense
Gigi and friends
Back my gun and they wanna repent
Lick my neck

Your stretch marks call em, beauty scars
Probably why I, stare so hard at you
From a birds eye view, up so high
And if I see you tonight, ima beg you

"fuck fuck shit fuck!"
That's the kind of words you
Should be using at home, kids
Mark: That's right tom: What do we do now?
Mark: I want everyone to call

Mayhem

E-40

The Element of Surprise

1998

in the head with ruggard P 85's.
Call a mortician; call mark class somebody in this motherfucker.
'Bout to come up missin'; best believe.

(Causing

Mayhem

E-40

The Element of Surprise [Clean]

1998

with ruger P 85's
Call a mortician, call mark class
Somebody in this motherfucker bout to come up missin, best believe
  
Causing Havoc's, sparkin up

long after you've gone
Call it leaving your mark
Call it whatever you want
But I want some
painkillers to
Swim around my blood
And to turn all the hurt

god, your fists are swinging
I pray for mercy
I fear you, father

So are you proud of who you are?
You taught me love by leaving marks
I call you father

Crazy AF

In Real Life

Crazy AF

And every time we play in the sheets
I wake up with her marks all on me
Call me crazy
But I love her crazy
The only kind of girl that's for me
She likes

little offered at all
So fasten tight to your gripping

Pinned to a sleeve
Posing for all to see
With no mark to call your own
Nothing is yours,

thoughts up in my head, I call it question marks
Lil' bitch say I'm from the underground because she broke my heart
I don't even give a fuck, I hit it,

to the revenue
Call me Mark Cuban
Gettin' to it Stupid Groovy
Call Me Austin Powers
Call Me Gucci Mane
I'm Mr. Perfect
Swerving thru these lanes
Hard to kill
All

need some help but not from whites
Call up the nation of Islam
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I want food, call Mike, to call shike
To call Mark i need

8, I suit up and clap quick
Mark 9, I suit up and clap quick
Mark 10, I'll answer the call to action
Mark 11, I suit up and clap quick
Mark 12, I come

the gas I might dose off 
Drop the hoe like a phone call 
Mark my words yeah I'm gon ball
Mark my words yeah I'm gon ball
Yeah

They tryna ride my wave like

sipping no Faygo
Spreading that money like butter on bagels
Call Mark Finnese and he bringing that Draco
AzK on me, no this ain't no Abloh
Bitch I'm a star

ROGER
Use Your Camera To Spar

MARK
Use Your Guitar

ALL
When They Act Tough - You Call Their
Bluff

MARK & ROGER
We're Not Gonna Pay

MARK & ROGER W/

Roger:
Use your camera to spar

Mark:
Use your guitar

All:
When they act tough
You call their bluff

Mark and Roger:
We're not gonna pay

Mark and Roger

Mark, Set, Go
Mark, Set, Go

Call me Mr. Me-Chanic.
Let me work your transmission ay ya.
Let me turn your engine baby yeah.
I wanna rev you up.
I

clothe
Call Mark the Molotov lit the fuse spark me
And threw It at the audience
I'm walking through the hall
Wander through the lobby
They're locking all