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His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth

O come, all ye
there

Oh, come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Oh, come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold him
Born the king of angels

Oh, come let us
to the newborn king!

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

O Come All Ye Faithful
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him,
Born
a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill

[Chorus:]
Bill, I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough
come all ye faithful joyful and triumphant
Oh come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold him born the king of angels
O come let us adore him , o
of November
Now I need some surrender


O come all ye faithful

Have you ever chased a rainbow or thrown darts up at the moon
Ever followed a fallin'
Yo chuck we got runnin' in mixes and da headphones
Ha, ah, ha, ha, ha
Wicked

Ha, ha, 1, 2, 3 and I come with the wicked
Style and you know that
*phone rings*

      [Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking Bill
      [Yes sir, I'm calling to inform
the right place
Showed her my boarding pass, and then she sort of gasped
All embarrassed put an extra lime on my water glass
An hour later here she comes by
y'all) the best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips on the road neck and wrists on froze (say word)
Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs
Straight all across
Gather 'round ye sinners and a story I will tell
About a man o'plenty that we all know very well
He doesn't mind a sacrifice to save his pretty face
you bum-bum-bitty come so dumb-dumb
Remember when you was all busted, broke down, beat up
Even kept you as a friend when you stole to stay steed-up
mac a meal in fact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills
Ta get a track ta kill them rap at will, the I is capital
Double L, lower case t-o
as Edgar Allen 
But I'm a poet when I'm freestyling g

[Ynot] 
You got a design master wind Not Never The Less 
Fresh like L address yes the LS's here
you T-O-why-S's 
Always talkin' junk, yet in jail, you're rockin' dresses 
I have arrived for the purpose of joy 
Unlike any ordinary Bronx be	-boy
like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all
Ayo, I got no cash, no money, funds, no dividends
How come all these people got so much money to spend
While I'm cruisin' inside of my broken down
By me and my motherfuckin big bro

[BG Knocc Out]
Now Gangsta Dresta can you come and wreck the set ?
[Dresta]
Yes!
[BG Knocc Out]
Now can you
to give
You drained my heart of all its love with every sweet caress
I keep saying o'er and o'er I don't love you anymore
Trouble is I don't love you any
like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all
the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggaz don't got to pay my bills
P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let the garden
Nobody 
I did it all by myself, you cant stop me! 

Yo 

[Chorus]

It's OK, it's alright you, you can start making some noise now if you like, ya
Nobody 
I did it all by myself, you cant stop me! 

Yo 

[Chorus]

It's OK, it's alright you, you can start making some noise now if you like, ya
Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace
Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic
Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt
Used
of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch
At courts, F-you-N-K-D-O-see
S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy
Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah