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go little record go it is named by some guy named Joe
And the words are the letters of the words
Said electrically played for outer space and those
Go little record go
It is named by
Some guy named Joe
And the words
Are the letters of the words
Said
Electrically played
For outer space
Go, go little record go it is named by some guy named Joe
And the words are the letters of the words
Said electrically played for outer space
Go little record go
It is named by
Some guy named Joe
And the words
Are the letters of the words
Said
Electrically played
For outer space
brought in a guy named 'Grudge'.
When I heard what they booked him on, my blood ran cold.
It was a 4096325- 096704: not believing in Santa Claus.

4:35
stand
I got juice

The next to show was a guy named Joe
Came in from Kalamazoo
Had a Kango cap with a real smooth rap
And he knew just what to do
He was
always be remembered as Kenesaw Mountain Landis 

Fellow named Joe Jackson was a fielder for the Black Sox 
And he always wore his black socks, but he
brought in a guy named 'Grudge'.
When I heard what they booked him on, my blood ran cold.
It was a 4096325- 096704: not believing in Santa Claus.

4:35
the party
What are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang

It's strange how I always felt outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but
long cigarette

What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the Devil got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories
Well I really didn't want to go out, to the movies
With some guy I didn't know named Joe, a friend of my friend Susie's
Waitin' by the window, not
goes on

This shit got deeper, you was havin' my seed
I couldn't wait to see this little nigga look like me
Sure enough a little fat guy named D'Ryan
I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang.  Who could it be?
Thought to myself then
I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang.  Who could it be?
Thought to myself then
Always tell a lie to C.I.A. torturers
Never buy weed from a guy named Mortimer
Buy bank forfeitures and foreclosures
If you start to lose your hair skip
Things that make you go, hmm

I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it be?
But all they got left is this guy called West

Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def
Call him Kwa-lI or Kwe-li, I put him on songs