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Chris Jeffs · My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult · 3 Lb. Thrill · Thrill da Playa · 3 Lb. Thrill · Fast Folk Musical Magazine · New Fast Automatic Daffodils · Fast Eddie · Triple Fast Action · Fast Time – and 90 other artists »
A Thrill's a Thrill: The Canadian Years (Long John Baldry) · Live Fast, Die Fast (G.G. Allin) · Live Fast Die Fast (Wolfsbane) · My One and Only Thrill (Melody Gardot) · My One and Only Thrill (Melody Gardot) · My One and Only Thrill/Live in Paris EP (Melody Gardot) · My One and Only Thrill (Melody Gardot) · My One and Only Thrill (Melody Gardot) · My One and Only Thrill/Live in Paris EP (Melody Gardot) · My One and Only Thrill (Melody Gardot) – and 90 other albums »
LB be'ness Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis (My nigga Khrysis on the beat) One half of the Away Team And right now, you in tuned to the biggest
Where n****s lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever Until the job is done and no one's left My man Jeff told me with his very last breath
thang And it ain't no rules when you in this game Gunblast echo fast and all I seen was loose cash I hit the flo' & when they go I make sure I grab
stop All the fellas in the house say hooooooooooooo (then hoooooooo said by the fellas) ya don't stop Verse 3: lost boyz Word up You know me gotta
or the choice But want free chocolate men who'll Crash 'n' dice you don't mean nice, ha ha Try to say that fast I'm [GR8 Scott] 7 [D-Stroy] 6,5,4,3,2,1 [GR8
Huh! There's a black man livin in a big (big) house Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars One of them Mack
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass! Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly Which reminds me of a song by
thrill Even in the blink of an eye The chaos won’t stand still It’s the terrible truth that hurts the most Should I even stay? It’s the beautiful
niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever Until the job is done and no one's left My man Jeff told me with his very last breath to watch
snappers, speaker slappers The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
a fuck about the judge, we runnin' from [Incomprehensible] Speeding through life at a fast pace So I pray to god tonight and I'm hoping I don't catch
A prostitute, get her thrills outta studio booths She divorced off the truth to get used to the sport Took her three-fourths off to put on poom-poom shorts She
Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your
ambulances, by the wheelchair Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn Piss in your
chips like Frito, Lays I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills Funny looking pills, million dollar deals Three day orgys in the Hollywood
thing to a nigga that knew me Little did I know he was settin' me up Wettin' me up and catch me up Barely escapin' heart beatin' fast mile racin' A shotty
fast And click 'til you drop in a ditch And get colder by the moment while you moan and you twitch, oh Somebody's followin' Jean Now somethin's creepin'
Buck 65-Square 3 [intro] Music to be murdered by It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it Our record requires only the simplist