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skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!"
I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my
to the party"

Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin' MC

I'm
Don't start drama mack in the Bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din dada
'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl suckin' dick on video
me poppa

Don't start drama...mack in the bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din dada
'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in
Assessments are made before, and during combat
I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in
Assessments are made before, and during combat
I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb
Funkin' Lesson the pathways,

"Ready or not here we come, get in down on the one which we believe in.
One nation under a groove; can I get it on my good
cause my true love is poetry
I don't know what you thought hops but chief I've got tall props see
This be thee rebuttal version
To mister academic who
you kill, fuck if they live
Cause everybody out here cutthroat
I've been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was
you kill, fuck if they live
Cause everybody out here cutthroat
I've been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was
as the loving heathen do. 

Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. 
Cold is my touch (freezing). 

Summoned by name - I am the overseer over
fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait, lets dance]
I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?
 [Man, I'm hungry, but that
tossed
and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance
Funkin' Lesson the pathways,

"Ready or not here we come, get in down on the one which we believe in.
One nation under a groove; can I get it on my good
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in
Assessments are made before, and during combat
I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb
with a stone that has a note attatched
that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:"

"I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry
cleaned my nose.
I looked so peaseful and i looked so underworld. well he anit got no mind all i anit got no tail.
You look like such a worthy man likea
chances
I'm known for finger banging bitches giving table dances
Open my flip book, see me posted in the sickest stances
Glorious garments, you could get
millions for us

And through your different avenues of success
How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?

By my faith in God, by my faith
Under the surface
Can you take it away
Can you make it all go away [x4]

Sometimes it's hard just to fit in
Be it your size, your shape, or the tone
got the place. 

Submitted by Rene 

JOAN OF ARC: 
My left 
My lefty 
Come on you knuckleheads 
Move it move it move it 

moss in the mornin,
know you feel the track my baby stick.
It's gonna be the nation under one groove.  The world under one move.
The christian followers temporarily lose.
up a rock and
It totalled my car! 

Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
heels 
We're not the ones in the museum, its you, 
Your curious mustache and your chamber of horrors 

I've a friend my age whose parents met in
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason