Lyrics:
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
America the Beautiful
America the Great
No Unity No United States
America the Beautiful
America the ugly
America has shown
America don’t love me
me
Navy, downloaded by the tidals like Jay-Z
That's a roll offshore like an A.P
Davy, Jones' locker on top of those hoppers off the side of the ship
the advantage of being packaged
And wrapped in universal appeal
Songs are not limited by natural or human boundaries
The Gospel through song is universally
but
Now, bet you've heard about this
Marijuana has been shifted by politicians
And voters, to legal, in 19 states and
Counting but the warehousing of so
-in another nigga's state
Up on another nigga's stage
Up in another nigga's face
Some of the crowd finishes Arsonal's slogan
While other fans boo loudly
Life lines and suicide crimes --
He found me in a state
Grabbed my purse and hitched a ride
With a Mrs. Jesus "how you been"
I've been
LNG stands for liquefied natural gas
At a time when Ireland needs to rapidly decarbonise our economy
We're instead planning to build LNG terminals in
nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I'm on the inner state with some gurrillas
With shit can get me like two hundred years
Thug in the pen, I need
chopping from Philly to Compton
The Jones, the Richardsons, the Smiths and the Johnsons
If you ain't saying nothing, you the system's accomplice
It should
like bosilium toxin
If you ain't tryin' to get popped, then give me a option
Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton
The Jones is the richest
Freeze your face like bosilium toxin
If you ain't tryin' to get popped, then give me a option
Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton
The Jones is
research
Discount flee shirts & financial fitness,
....Cop a ounce of sour dee, supporting small business
Drive bys in a Studebaker
Traded in my Popeye's for
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
Mars
Blood gang kill 'em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang
Kidnap a vampire, drain all his fuckin' veins
Wolf gray Jordan's, use his intestines for
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
of the motherless child mind infected
Tales from the crypt like Russell Jones ressurescted
Deathwish stepkid dirty as the septic
My cyclone poem, fix the roof
fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like el nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta lex coupe
With jimmy jones right next
losses I gotta be free
White rabbit shinning with the black sheep
Knowing the truth of the grey state is pretty deep
Feels like I put everything into this
lovin' sin instead of you
‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
The Ambassador:
Heaven presents another smash hit for Jesus
He keeps you
you to know
The world is run
By wealthy psychopaths
They're barely human though
Jesus Christ is sad again
Forgotten by the Vatican
Serpent tongue
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