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I got enough on my mind
That when she pulls me by the hair
She hasn't much to hold onto
She keeping count on her hand
One, two, three days that I
This is the christmas story as told by my drunk grandpa. Many years ago in hepsaba a child was born to Fred and Doris Ombree he was a very speciel
There's a diner out on route three twenty two
Western pennsylvania

I spent my life there one afternoon
I can't get that stretch of road
Out
the idea was that I would represent the Western world, the prince the Southern world, and the Japanese press representative would represent whatever was
their
Lines of defence
Ruling golan heights

[Chorus:]
6 days of fire 1 day of rest
June 67 taught them respect
Control Jerusalem

3 nations fallen in 6
I got enough on my mind
That when she pulls me by the hair,
She hasn't much to hold onto.
She keeping count on her hand:
One, two, three days
They hold me here much longer
Probably go mad all by myself
Now I really need somebody
Said I really need somebody's help
Why does a man up in
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
Remove your clothes
Take off your clothes (Strip!) [3x]

Out the shower, we butt-naked
Cash and ass, we don't fake it
Measuring tape, by four
it's a quarter-to-three by Ambleside-By-The-Sea and something's
Telling you. Boy, it's time to take sides.

And something's telling you - Boy, it's
The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog
of the flag for me 

Then the rosary beads count to one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor 
In a garb of black we must pay respect 
To the color
more for this city then these rappers that have blown
It's only been 3 years look at how I've grown
I'm just in my zone, I call this shit the calm
Yea,
we've thrown
I done more for this city 
Than these rappers that have blown
Its only been 3 years
Look at how I've grown
I'm just in my zone
I call
of the flag for me 

Then the rosary beads count to one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor 
In a garb of black we must pay respect 
To the color
more for this city then these rappers that have blown
It's only been three years look at how I've grown
I'm just in my zone, I call this s*** the calm
James.
I'm Key West Jesse James, boy...
Key West Jesse James...
Case you didn't hear me the first three times...
I'm Key West Jesse James."

Now
it's Kutt and baby I'm next
So we can triple team up and fuck your spleen up
Between us get 3 nuts then you can beam up
Now ya sexual peak is met so
)

The revolution and i... the revolution and i...
The revolution and i

There is no use in the western decay!
For me and you! no delay!
This is what I say in
steez when I'm stepping
Strolling down the streets like the westerns
Double weapons, at my sides and preparing for the showdown
Spinning like a wild
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
I do is tell you dudes where the Western Union dough
You need my social security info?
Here's my tax I.D. number, it's worth ten fold
I remember my
money on the Western Union
2 fat gramms of that china white
Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight
Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank
And 5 whole
we abide, by what we ride by

What the fuck y'all done started four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Western