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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Skit I Allt - Instrumental (Dungen) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · One and One Is One: The Very Best of Medicine Head (Medicine Head) · One to the Heart, One to the Head (Gretchen Peters) · One to the Heart, One to the Head (Gretchen Peters) – and 90 other albums »


skit
So what the fuck I got to suck your dick for
You paying me

[Guy]
Because it doesn't matter
(Doesn't matter)
It doesn't (Huh)
I'm not paying you
abide by

I bet 'cha never see me with my head hung low
I bet 'cha never see me with my eyes to the floor
I bet the boys skit, homie they ain't no
this
Like a fabric from a seamstress, I'll cut you like a hem
Hack you like phlem
And friends are hard to find so be careful
Said by my man The are
the lowest
Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest
Close to comatose brain waves rigamortist
You forget the skit the most high tortoise
I
Play the role
Present tense
Little relevance

Then derelict skits disappear for a weekend
Try to clear your head
Rumor is you're running it ragged
for me
When someone loves like I do
Dreams can come true
So tell me, tell me now
Oh, cara cara mia, cara cara mia
How can you leave me now?

Make
memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar

Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
the lowest
Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest
Close to comatose brain waves rigamortist
You forget the skit the most high tortoise
I
ricky ricardo, I hit them with the bobbaloo
"yo yo man I'm on your deric boo for real"
combination of Salma Hayek and Jennifer Lopez
ain't nothing like
stop till my casket
Or I hurta them bastards

[skit]
Sacramento rap artist see-Bo faces crimial charges in the state of Ohio
Local police cease two
forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on
all the evils that the game'll do
It gets dangerous, money
memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar

Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
[Intro Skit]
Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets,
mindin my own business.. and BAM!!
I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR
that
c'mon, kick along 



Kick along(3x) 



They can't wait to kick steps to this 

So I make a skit just for kicks 

Syncopated, pausing though,
I'm sizzlin
It was writen and produced by me, Krizz, and Icy Roc
It's called Save Yourself, check it out

[Big Krizz Kaliko]
You can't get my money
When I skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and
Kicks flavor dug by your gramps in Johansen
Jazz cats that's hip, plus them brothers who
memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar

Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
(What's the subject?)
The Shwingalo, hot damn
(Is Posdnuos gonna start?)
I am, I am
(And by the order of Shwing on hand)
I present to you
[silkk]
Yo, what's up nigga, this silkk the motherfuckin' shocker
I got my girl mia-x in this bitch
Unladylike, pimpstress, macstress, mobbstress, no
(What's the subject?)
The Shwingalo, hot damn
(Is Posdnuos gonna start?)
I am, I am
(And by the order of Shwing on hand)
I present to you
the lowest
Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest
Close to comatose brain waves rigamortist
You forget the skit the most high tortoise
I
the click
Your movie is a skit, that’s sick

What’s up my nigga? Let me holla at you
Word on the street, I heard police is throwing dollars at you
They
my tolerance level has now peaked
And now it's time for some heads to get flown

We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
But pack
First entry of the date 
February fifteen
Barring unpaid bills displayed on the door 
The fridge has been obsolete for weeks

Two took my
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p

Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast