Lyrics:
(Sample - "The Man Who Couldn't Cry" by "Loudon Wainwright III")
He cried, he cried, an' he cried, and he cried
Rained 40 nights
Played lots of chess
doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the
Restaurant, in the bell tower with her husband Ray and Facha, the dog
And livin' in
It's a beautiful morning, rare & exotic
Sic my dog on the foreman
Quit my job as a doorman
Under a Bethlehem comet
Judgement day be upon us
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
Hey hey hey, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you
detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp
Remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Ayy,
Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin
One, two, three...
BILLY the Mountain
BILLY the Mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
inspected for smuggled pills
Yo dog, it ain't my shit
It was this other guy that came
Up in here, took a dump
And there wasn't not nothing I coulda done
But I
(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,
Yeah we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 mafia M Child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this
Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin
dope out a Jeep, now I'm bustin' it down by the P
Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that's for whoever speakin' on me
Dump the whole clip if
like summer
For my brothers and lovers who love it so easy to dump her
Orange and white shoes just like I'm in a jumper
I gotta hide me three bodies in
Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin
uh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog
And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?
It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it
just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent
I see the lights!
....
Balling like 95 penny, smoking & sipping On henny,
Distracted by bitches fat asses fake hair wit they Remy,
Deep in the club
uh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog
And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three dalmations?
It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it
all
Still I’m getting more buns then hot dogs
Name on the streets and I ain’t been outside
Just working for the last year. Car just fly by
They always
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
black for 3 o'clock
and swallowing the cul-de-sac
Wishing I spoke "dog", I look at her and think
Welcome to the world!
Welcome to a planet where charcoal
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
[Verse 1]
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom
What a dog gotta do?
Let me holla at ya boo
Damn I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
And all that good stuff
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