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It's a fight of d'warves strengthening the giants
They are sons of the same father, fruit of the same mother
All of them cry together in despair

But
to impress
I put my tongue 
In my trouser press
I got the toots, baby 
You got the fruits
Fruit got the loot, lady 
You got the boots
Don't be a mook
And dining on a box of Fruit Loops

I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you’re out with that whore
I can't stand
seems like a lot for an Eskimo suit. If I got you that, I'd have to leave right off.

A: I want a basket of fruit and I want some high leather boots
we heard the geese
They carried our boots past the naked little trees
We smelled the cold bark in the air and the sweetness of
The fruit
the geese
They carried our boots past the naked little trees
We smelled the cold bark in the air and the sweetness of
The fruit on the ground and the wood
and observing the Sabbath.
Creates an ecstatic and there you have it

From teenage love
Praying in tongue
Strange fruit, batty boots and native drums

From
boots
Sweat stained tank top in my fruit of the looms
Keep it tucked
'Merica

We're back to back undefeated world war champs
So take a cup, raise it
up
Ashtrays filled with the fruits of our transgression
Here and there sarcasm overflows
To stay I'll need this sitcom to be re-run till I get the gist
liked to fuck
While wearing leather biker boots
Brenda's strange obsession
Was for certain vegetables and fruit

Rowena was an artist's daughter
Timberland the boot
Kush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchen
People on my dick because I'm vicious with the diction
House shoes and some khakis
by treating retailers as
Though they were all vegetables;
You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman
(first take off his boots with a boot
streets, by some jealous hands
Now I can it's some scam, from the root to the fruit
Cuz when they see me in the streets, grimey's guns salute
Me, it's
an example of the X
I travel with my bag with my books and fruits
Rose up the? frowl? not jeans and boots
Tip from the sundial time for the drum
by deeezzz
Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis
Call the cops please cause this muthafucka smell

The ringin' in my ear sound like hell's bells
my big black boots.
Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits.
The children await me by the mountain in the river.
And gather round the fire for
and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn

Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
of fingers
Over this beat with the flute loop
Get loose
Shoot the gift of gab
Abs
Smooth like a baby in a zoo suit
More flavour than a bowl of fruit
by deeezzz
Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis
Call the cops please cause this muthafucka smell

The ringin' in my ear sound like hell's bells
to struggle with you
Wouldn't act so sour, maybe not

Livin' off the fruit of my stress
With a size twelve boot heel stepping on my chest
Didn't do it how
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be, wanna-be, when will you learn
Wanna be like Cool
screamin no blood for oil
Groups of recruits get fitted for troop boots
While business suits shoot hoops eatin fruit loops
Yo I don't understand
you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will
a video shoot or get the boot 
From BK to Beirut we shuttin down groups 
Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop 
Duck duck goose tie him in