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to know you, and by way of welcome 
Pleased to meet you 

We laugh and cry as lovers will 
And howl at many moons 
Said the waiter as he wrote the bill
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Bill Fries says that this is based on a true story from the late '60s, when a band of hippies rolled into
Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it 
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist 
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven 
You sat by
to know you, and by way of welcome 
Pleased to meet you 

We laugh and cry as lovers will 
And howl at many moons 
Said the waiter as he wrote the bill
Verse one: bushwick bill

I told you size wasn't shit
That's why I murdered your neices
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't
an amateur but I'm a 20 year veteran
And better than, including the rest of them
I chew 'em all and spit out the best of them
One by one, I'm teaching my
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
a haven for the woo woo
I'm paper china dinner, mostly picking at my stitches
The bloody hair, bad code, bunny ears, dad jokes
Bitch about Lamictal
him, Anna Nicole got pregnant and had kids by him,
Rest in peace Virgina Tech, too many innocent kids dyin',
Well let's just blame hip-hop and act like
like American Beauty Killa

'Cause you a motherfuckin' rest haven
I put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest achin' 'cause I'm
painting things, 
in accordance with my weird ordinance. 
my style is glass cutter, delicate/intense. 
why, i haven't the mind for books, 
shooting out
are they?
They are killers by association
(Got my ID ready)
Who are they?
They’ll hurt your credits if misappropriation

You can’t just get comfy
American Beauty Killa
'Cause you a motherfucking rest haven
I put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest achin', cause I'm very
in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo
coem back when you haven't been anywhere
So, we can have a sleepover
Ill lay a towel down
You can do the rest, and then well both make a vowel sound