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Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Lay way back you cats, Dig in
Live a while, yes, Mr Mack is movin' in

Though the shark has, pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em
Lay way back you cats, dig in
Live a while, yes, Mr. Mack is movin' in

Though the shark has, pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em pearly whites
When the shark bites, with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears Mac Heath, dear
So there's not a trace of red
When the shark bites, with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears Mac Heath, dear
So there's not a trace of red
I remember a time and a place
Where Herbie had to hide his face
All my money was spent
And I still don't get one red cent

One black face
Cecille will pick out all your clothes
Blue is her best color, no red I think
Your bath is drawn by Mrs. Greer
Soap, no, bubbles, I think

Annette
on by the seasons
So f*** y'all who hating for no reason!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where you been?)
Around the world and I'm back again!
(They
never, I would never fall
I'm being hated on by the seasons
So fuck y'all who hating for no reason!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where you
never, I would never fall
I'm being hated on by the seasons
So fuck y'all who hating for no reason!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where you
never, I would never fall
I'm being hated on by the seasons
So fuck y'all who hating for no reason!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where you
wish I could kill the, cousin and niece
Bury em all in pieces
You ask me why I live this way
Man fuck the K.K.K.

Dear Mr. Whitey could you please
.... (Ah, good evening Mr. Day. Two for dinner?)
Yes, give us one of those little sexy tables in the back.
.... (Oh, I'm sorry Sir, those are all
Me and this girl
Red lip, blue eye, dark long curl
I dance around until her flag's unfurled
As crazy as a demon from another world
Get down,
and Mr. Magic had static
Over Kiss FM and BLS which one is the baddest
Brothers on the block was doin' the Wop
While the cars drove by bumpin' real hip
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
last time, it became a pastime
A month into this endeavor I received a letter
From a Mr. James Reynolds, even better, it said

Dear Sir, I hope this
you, mr. first-nighter! my wonderful, wonderful pussy doesn't need you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look!
(dear lord) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar! 

By two o'clock,