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That's why, why they say he never died

The fat man's gone the thin one stayed
Still flashy in that gold lame
Lick his back and press him down
Mail
both throwin' up
But its all good cause she still wanna hump
And I bang bang bang til the sun came up
Hit the new boyz say come pick me up
Den dey pulled
fun

Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
One more time, I'm walking up around
influence is foolish, that was my views
I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain’t a star,
Sometimes I feel lost like a runaway
Read over the dier
Reap while I stay
Getting Rich-ard like Pryor
Need to put the gun away
Cause I got priors
Its
store for you at home 
In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change 
Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid 
For every pop star that
on the mezzanine her husband was his friend
Vienna in a fugue-state working on a thing
That when he finished it took almost seven hours to sing
He still found
Mix-a-Lot a slut?
I might get banned, but I still like butts!
Mm! lay 'em on the table
Dr Richard's willin and able
Not sexist, just sexy
Do I like
This is the christmas story as told by my drunk grandpa. Many years ago in hepsaba a child was born to Fred and Doris Ombree he was a very speciel
on the mezzanine her husband was his friend
Vienna in a fugue-state working on a thing
That when he finished it took almost seven hours to sing
He still found
the breeze
I can still hear the far off tin-canny sounds
Of their machine guns come unwound
And I was shakin' like Little Richard
And I was sweatin' like
out of my reach

Richard
In your glass case
Stand to be judged, their deaths
Written there all over your face

Ted
A twelve year old
Your body should
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback

Four by four,
cylinder motor starts to roar
The body's a little rough but the motor's real clean
It don't need no paint to be a running machine
It's got moon discs baby
Son is still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
He's
Dam was constantly catching fire
Richard Pryor
Her skin deteriorated
Family infuriated by the myriad of tracks but my train never came
So humiliated,
eatin for nuthin'
If it's all you can eat then you'll see me runnin
Cause Cledus don't stop eatin for nuthin'
Tell Richard Simmons he can kiss my
who tolerates Ramond
And King of Queens jumped the shark the first minute
I can't believe Richard Simmons ain't in it
I move right on to 8 Simple
Yo word the fuck up this is for.. (DJ Mr. Len) 
The motherfuckin (El P) undisputed (Stylemaster) 
CoFlow (Phase 2) Bigg Jus (yo check it
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
the yard
He's still a cat in most respects
He likes to meow and purr
But now I introduce him as the cat
That wrote Richard the third
I took him to see
by one
Till we both get up the mountain and just pop like guns
Composure, if I keep it past the two-minute mark
I'ma bang till the sun peaks so you in
done it
what goes around comes around, hollow point tip rounds to my stomach
bitches
screamin at Summit
that's how you busta niggas want it
but I still
damn right]

[Chorus, Juelz Santana]
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome
the business
And I'm in it, physically gaining power
Constantly counting up cash by the hour
And it feels good to be paid
Regardless of how many victims get