Lyrics:
into
The casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out
And growling
Slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is
brain, put a string where his ears were, all the king's horses and all the king's men, swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch out his eyes
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible
Little red Corvette
You need a love that's gonna last
Guess I should've closed my eyes
When you drove me to the place
Where your horses run free
Little red Corvette
You need a love that's gonna last
Guess I should've closed my eyes
When you drove me to the place
Where your horses run free
thirty talents
Court reporter catch the circus on the paper
File it in the system not
Acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
of stopping
And my dear, we're still goodbye-ing
As long as the lights are low
Let it snow (let it snow, let it snow)
Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
Had
for the inspectors to inspect
To prove he wasn't on drugs
Where is the heroin?
Where is the food?
Where is the milk?
Where are the receipts for the half
going to roll
Drunken Kaye with her hot iron, charged by the cruel fire
Fresh flesh for the star-brand, Sour's wish for her command
The horses howl,
butt fuck you in the garage
Underwater flows are magic
Scuba stands for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus
Doing Ayahuasca with Merlins
I
Fuckin' the pool boy why
You worried about cash
You worried about bitches but
Pussy cheaper than gas
We being ruled by American fash
Red hair, white skin,
Yet, I stroll around the street light pole sad feeling (Red flag)
Luminous light, Shiny like a mole siting one spot it killing me
Where shadows of sorrow
to that "rock 'n' roll" fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that
Your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought
gonna last
i guess i shoulda closed my eyes
when u drove me 2 the place
where your horses run free
'cuz i felt a little ill
when i saw all the pictures
a curse
Jointed together, a blessed sight
Bonded by the cosmic fight
Our cosmic fight is over and inspired
But now we are impossibly tired
We didn't
knock, Horse helped me hide the bodies
Heard sirens, I guess we going out we out like kamikazes
We surrounded, red lights flashing, who's inside?
Came
undercover friend
One between the eye, she's died, by mistake
Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody knock -- Horse helped me
get off
On the subway where the dead walk
If you've been detected by a deathclaw:
VATS on - HEADSHOT no sweat, threat gone
Just another target to check
Corvette
You need a love that's gonna last
I guess I should've closed my eyes when you drove me to the place
Where your horses run free
'Cause I felt
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
Or a white man on a black horse
It's got all these tired parts where
We don't even sing at random
Princess, raise the drawbridge
We don't serve your kind
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