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The dirty sea adds to the junk I'm in
Until the sun creeps up the sound

And then I'm outright broken
Disgusted and outspoken
My drinks are watered down
It's so pretty
Traveling we'll burys Polly's photo fits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It's so dirty
He'll be the death of me
But that's
cursed her and called her a piece of old junk
When the work's been done at the end of the day
She's my Ute I'll keep it that way
She's my Ute and she's
day
Through the grotto or the promenade
You came to me in the nick of time
Thankful for the things I left behind

Oh dirty river, come let me in
Ah

Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Travelling Wilbury's, Polly's photo fits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It's so dirty
He'll be
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Traveling Wilbury's, Polly's photo fits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It's so dirty
Two chains!
Bang bang switch lanes like a drive-by
I am so fly man I might as well sky dive
Black girls white lies
You know that's not your damn
females by the dozen
They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't
Brothers would always say the kid don't play
Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's
keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cooking crack all day, stretch
We gon'
Neglected by your mama, 
Abandoned by your dad. 
Molested by your uncle, 
Girl, your story's really sad.
You had eating disorders. 
You got
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin? 

(For real baby) 

And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all 



[Ol Dirty Bastard] 

I
Neglected by your mama, 
Abandoned by your dad. 
Molested by your uncle, 
Girl, your story's really sad.
You had eating disorders. 
You got
There's a grey transparence in this city, 
When it's slightly misty
And no one can run, 
'Cause they spent all of
Their money on alcohol 'n junk
wrote your name on out
Mix after mix every record we make
To prepare or scare, so I dare you to take
Any part of the rhyme or the kickdrum sound
I be
wrote your name on out
Mix after mix every record we make
To prepare or scare, so I dare you to take
Any part of the rhyme or the kickdrum sound
I be
and leather, your ride ain't hittin' 
A plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin' 
99.95, 30 day paint jobs 
Got niggaz ridin' round lookin' like a junk
And meanwhile the moon was shooting up junk
And me I have in the bottom of my trunk
Some old letters and a dirty magazine.
And now 24 hours a day we got night
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter

And you
the day he found out, turned the town out
Ran up on Bo and his ass got pound out
But yo when he came through, he seen the devil in disguise
It was Bo with
Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
Master p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain game , cause rain
So fuck what
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, stretch!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til
wrote your name on out
Mix after mix every record we make
To prepare or scare, so I dare you to take
Any part of the rhyme or the kickdrum sound
I be
and leather, your ride ain't hittin' 
A plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin' 
99.95, 30 day paint jobs 
Got niggaz ridin' round lookin' like a junk
When the Folks rolled by, everbody scattered.
It was dirty, it was seedy, it was grimy, it was gritty.
They was stripping, they was strappin, they were
EL-P Speaking:

Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon