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bad man, stack-a-lee."
"god bless your children and I'll take care of your wife.
You stole my john b., now I'm bound to take your life."
All about
said bless your children said goddamn your wife
You took my magic Stetson now I'm gonna take your life
Stagger Lee shot the bullet killed Billy oh so
harm him
Nor your knives tear him apart
Humiliation killed him
God bless his little heart

Now he lived all alone in a run down home
Near the side
asleep on the hay
Be near me Lord Jesus I ask Thee to stay close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
through the ocean white with foam
God bless America, my home sweet home!
Write your name, and spell it well
All good children go straight to hell
See what
house, and the mistress also
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door
And all
and the mistress also
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door
And all that dwell within your
and the mistress also
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door
And all that dwells within your
And all the little children that 'round your table grow
The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door
And all that dwell within your gates
We wish
is it a stinger is something else you understand.

There was a man named Stacker Lee in Argenta a little man with a big 44
You know he shot his
to stay
Close by me forever and love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And fill us for Heaven to live with You there

And we
Run-D.M.C.
To all the girls and boys, like to make noise
Crazy gents, spendin' dollars and cents
Women and men that borrow and lend
And all the children
at train screen

Little kids are gettin' robbed for computer dwarfs
Family structure is destroyed marriage null avoid
All he's gotten formulated will he hate
Ask the corporations where does the money go 
Ask the empty-bellied children what are we singing for 

And Cliff Richard, three, two, one 
The God
can't get all those little moving lights off the face
So I went out to the country, sat down on some straw

But I'm not putting out for God tonight
good! Feel the hustle and flow.
You know we are them mighty soldiers.
Had it been for all the shit we been through 
And doin' whatever but God surely
backyard to yard)
(And I hope you can relate to what I just said)
(I tear it up y'all and bless the mic with the gods)

[ VERSE 2 ]
Never say a rhyme that's
hit the same streets they became her master
The children of the enslaved, they grow a little faster
They bodies become adult
While they keepin'
excuse me )
And may the lord have mercy on the fate of this movie
And God bless the mind of the man in the street.

Chorus:
Help all the rednecks
excuse me )
And may the lord have mercy on the fate of this movie
And God bless the mind of the man in the street.

Chorus:
Help all the rednecks
ready
Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Buck em all if they
ready; meet me at Vito's
With Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they
Time"

"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot." 

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft

Little pieces of a dream is all you mean
Since the day you stepped in to the M.C scene
at train screen

Little kids are gettin' robbed for computer dwarfs
Family structure is destroyed marriage null avoid
All he's gotten formulated will he hate