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done
Lord 'bout the weather in my head

Sea quake by morning says Quake-TV
Rogue wave comes high and it breaks all over me

They may fix the weather in
he'd met the hole fixin' man, 
Much to his surprise.

But are you for real?
Mr. Hole Fixin' Man, 
You fixed my friend can you fix me?
Hey Mr. Hole
this world 
Into the open where it must be hurled 
You know what I'm saying ? 

So what Mr. Morals, if you think there's a cure 
It sure won't be
knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
Like it's unlimited
I'll knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
Like it's
by one
I'll knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt

There's people phonin' in
You will draw a pension at your Papa's death

Children, children now get your hat
Tell me Mama what do you mean by that?
Get your hat, put it
won´t fix by running!



Come on and raise your battle cry!

You are the one who never dies!

Hurray! Sing it lalalala!

Go on singing lalalala!
presented by Barnum
Sang her sweet lullaby
Test your memory my Dearie,

Chicago all in flames
Sure caused a terrific row
They blamed it on Mrs
Spill on the bottom away, but it's okay, huh
It's a Saturday

Now let's all get baked like Anita

Watch Mr. Lawnge, don't look at the peter

Feel
a terrific row

They blamed it on Mrs. O'Leary's cow

Dearie, life was cheery
In the good old days gone by
Do you remember? Well if you remember,
Well,
presented by Barnum
Sang her sweet lullaby
Test your memory my Dearie,

Chicago all in flames
Sure caused a terrific row
They blamed it on Mrs
to fend for himself or by his own

Mr drug dealer

it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers
everyone by mistaking a policeman for a postman and tearing his trousers off with his bare teeth. 
In his defense he told the court 
"It's hard to tell
a terrific row

They blamed it on Mrs. O'Leary's cow

Dearie, life was cheery
In the good old days gone by
Do you remember? Well if you remember,
Well,
everyone by mistaking a policeman for a postman and tearing his trousers off with his bare teeth. 
In his defence he told the court "It's hard to tell
surprised everyone by mistaking a policeman for a postman and tearing his trousers off with his bare teeth. 
In his defence he told the court "It's hard
like "Fuck what you heard"
Now, that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool
Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool
I been shitty, I'm from the veils
her dialect
{Kept it}
Mr. Doodlebug come tight with a ticket
Said we couldn't drip it
Came in and we kicked it with a glass of water on the rocks
And I'll be back here before you know
So how about it Mr. Pilot, won't you let my people go?

Hungry now get a bite to eat
And the pilot sits down
okay, huh
It's a Saturday

Now let's all get baked like Anita

Watch Mr. Lawnge, don't look at the peter

Feel on the fun, I'll feel on the

Hey, watch
grief!
Hungry bellies!
Bright gold on they teeth!

The windows on the Ave look like sad eyes
They fix their sharp gaze on you when you pass by
And if
your mind and decide if you desire to die
By the tyrant of knives it's Mr. Hyde and I thrive
To put you dead in the dirt death acquired your cry

I'm
by six
I need the fix

[LG]
Chicks so intimited, cause I'm not innovative
Hey yo, they mad 'cause I made it, I'm glad that they hate it
Blow them away,