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found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD

Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
to himself and he cussed

He left Sacramento early that mornin'
With a sackful of mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
By
always be remembered as Kenesaw Mountain Landis 

Fellow named Joe Jackson was a fielder for the Black Sox 
And he always wore his black socks, but he
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)

Hey hoe come
Owww! 
Get on down [x3]

[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose 
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
to handle

Sham 69 were left in a shambles
Generation X was next
Elvis and Nick Lowe
They had a go

With the help of the Attractions
And Joe Jackson
the black steel 
And my friends make suggestions... 
That I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question 
If I die by the trigger of a misled
woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all
And that's the truth baby
Listen, I'm going, all right
Somebody told me, somebody told me
I'm Joe Jackson, I'm
woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all
And that's the truth baby
Listen, I'm going, all right
Somebody told me, somebody told me
I'm Joe Jackson, I'm
Imma set the mood right yea you know I got it bad
Turn out the lights turn on that Betty Pinagrass
I'm kissing and touchin been missin ya lovin
I'm here
flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood
For the Christ your all driving is all hood
The ghetto

Ghetto
Ghetto
I can't get out of here

I got
to the eastwike
Even flat Joe's and even the lingwood is all hood
For the Christ your all driving is all hood
The ghetto

Ghetto
Ghetto
I can't get out
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

Here I come, steppin out the Vader
They call me D Shot and I'm about my paper
Been in this game
that I crafted
Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it

What's
Attention please, attention please,
This feel like the whole entire world collapsed

Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
soldiers
But thets the type of cal i live up and hold to
Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo
Randy,Sir Pat, God damn
They got bigger, the list go longer
I could
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
so let em feel 

Touch my private  my thing made of steel 

Shootin gizm  she ride like a Geo Prism 

I'm out in Cali  San Bernardino Valley
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
it Virgin Mary

Chevy they say we broke up
(Oh, yeah)
But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hair
Hold up Joe stop the song
(What)
Field
to build a special runway just to get him down.
Before the Chieftains could start to play,
Seven creamy pints came out on a tray.
Shergar was ridden by
a pimple 
Yo', my job is done l'm outer here because Ya lifted 
Smoked out lyrics by a brother who's gifted
woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all
And that's the truth baby
Listen, I'm going, all right
Somebody told me, somebody told me
I'm Joe Jackson, I'm
I was once out cold at 15 years old
Rolled and sold, you, me, and Bo
Sittin' in Jackson infested with rats
With a silver gat tucked deep in my
crafted
I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it

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