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up, too
You got two kids, hell, I got two kids, too
Thank God they look like you

And every night I put it back it on and Im sixteen sittin next to you
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
a jingle jangle jungle
You're only worth what you can buy
So keep on workin' hard
To keep your own back yard
Teach your kids that God
Ain't fiction
the heart to hold me back

Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
Cause Martin Luther King had a (dream)
Aaliyah had a (dream), Left Eye
get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump
bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump
get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump
cheap 
Look at the land... Blue Flowers! 
Drawing by the purple pond, in the purple pastures Blue Flowers! 
Drawing by the purple pond, yellow ink that
a bullet in the heart to hold me back

Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
Cause Martin Luther King had a (dream)
Aaliyah had
ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls

By
and secrets
Of ink stained, panic-stricken 5 star heathens
Under storms of hell, through tropical fevers
Excitement of the first days of bushfire seasons
All I gotta do is,
Simply make the greatest masterpiece ever conceived by human students
Once I am convinced that the kid's been inside the laborious
get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump
but me could write this book of cruel

I send my murdergram
To all these monster kids
It comes right back to me and it's
Signed in there parents' blood
Esoteric kid, yeah that's whose spitting
Ask Lew dipping in the back, brew sipping
I spit hot shit when wack crew ripping
It even leaves the ink on your
by the fence
Not long after we moved in
That's my kids and that's my wife
Who's that man, runnin' my life
Yeah, I pump it up and I don't quit for jack
I'm back to rap on wax so guess who's back
The chart hitter, not a quitter or a bullshitter
These cats
brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I'm Zen wise,
a beatin' and he'll wear it on his skin 'Cause tonight he's getting an arm full of ink Tthey're more of a family What the fuck'd you expect Than home has ever
hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
(Don't stop, you don't) fail
Look out kid
You're going to get hit
By users, cheaters
by the fence
Not long after we moved in
That's my kids and that's my wife
Who's that man, runnin' my life
get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed,
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee 
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts 
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch