Lyrics:
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:
buy some buds"
It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
they deal, if you will
Is legitimate and that other line
I mentioned refers to "E, " Emory Jones
His an associate who served roughly ten
Years with
on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he
will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
adieu to your eyes as blue as the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer the man of war
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm
Mercuriale.
The bells of the Duomo — the Cathedral of Santa Croce — cascade across the center of Forlì and beyond, echoed by bells of outlying churches
of wine
Excuse me for asking but is that really you?
Can I buy you a drink and a distillery too?
Will you bear all my children and sit by the fire
and went
"Hey! That's Jim Fix, isn't it?" "Wow, what a fucking tragedy
Come on, lets go buy some buds"
It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
the money, he'll play it and sing.
Pennies, nickels and dimes,
Pennies, nickels and dimes.
They'll buy him a bottle of wine,
Pennies nickels and dimes.
He'll
Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers
Dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
eat say
What will I eat with
Miss Taylor walking past with a secret
Old enough to remember her family members were beaten
Jim Crow lunacy an civil
to him buy candy bars,
cracker jack and bubble gum, will start his day off right
all the Girllies follow him just to beg him for a bite
Bimbo, Bimbo
with the kit
I said, "Kitten, how ya doin miss?"
I said, "Hello my name is Parrish"
"Hi, my name is Cris"
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Yes"
"What will
on the low we blow the bill its real
For the time being i promise we gone celebrate
Fine wine bottles by the gallon toast to better days
Without a care in
to him buy candy bars,
cracker jack and bubble gum, will start his day off right
all the Girllies follow him just to beg him for a bite
Bimbo, Bimbo
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were
issues
I'm learning to set aside
'Cause I planted the seed and
Niggas came with pesticides
Give y'all my testimony but
Never would testify
Will buy lunch
leavin' here alive"
She said "I'm savin' up my money and when I get the nerve I'll run
"But Jim don't give up easily so I intend to buy a gun
"He
Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
Crony capitalism will not be tolerated
You will not get financial advice from your mate who thinks he's a business genius cos He happened to buy a house
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