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Oh my I go stu stu stupid on wax,nigga relax 
Two tears in a bucket, that tap liquid in fact
I don't see death as a tragical lost or see it black
I

There's room on the bus
Cuz you ain't keeping me in this hole. It's Groundhog Day
I get it in. All work no play
Yeah I fell for a minute but I'm climbing

off track
Meanwhile I forgot bout the tabs
I just hope she call back
I just hope she call back
But it got me seeing Lucy
Scared this ain't pure
And my

nothing to fill it
Now I got a hole in my heart
cnd it's killin' me

My arms were reaching out for a savior
While the blood was pooling all around my bed

Bucket's Got a Hole in It

Washboard Sam

Jug, Jook and Washboards

Oh, my bucket got a hole in it
Oh, my bucket got a hole in it
Oh, my bucket got a hole in it
Can't buy no beer

When you're walkin' down 31st

the one
She number 5 
Don't think it'll be one on one I carry the pipe
I got a coupe and it's white like Christmas 
Gold on my frame and the shit by

Slow it down
Dumb it up
Chug it down
Throw it up
Shoes old but I'm Shoenice in his aftermath like a migraine, my brain
Aftermath of the aftermath

feelings tryna kiss me in public

Got the Bag Publix’s

Gettin’ chicken Buckets

Lambo in dumpling / interior rustic 

Got it on me I’m musty /
Line open for

spoke no)
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don't talk on them phones
I'ma put three holes in yo' dome
Doogie

got mentions
Yeah I'm out here looking fresh
Got my shades, yeah they Glimmer
In the moonlight, I'm too high up
I wish God made the moon slide
yeah it's

my remedy
Product of my pain

Beautiful cryes
Pain in the eyes

But pain inside
Won't come outside

And if it does
You better hide

You better run

I got her in my bucket list 
I just wanna fuck the bitch 
Inny minie miny mo
Phoreign piper pipe the ho

She gon pop it off
She gon pop it off 
She

watching they putting tabs on everybody
Niggas pillow talking to hoes that's bitch for everybody
Got my name ringing in cities they gotta hear about me

soda
Beside my controller
Now it's 4 I'm hopeless
I've got a call in the morning
It's at like 930 AM

But I'm hurting wait a min now it's 5
I'll survive

From the bucket crab 
Get back to my lab 
Write goals on the tab 

I'm the scientist for me it's the equivalent 
Of something what would you describe

a fly
Why you say you got my back when we both know that its a lie
Why you acting like my bro, moment that i'm passing by
But then when I'm leaving you go

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it

shit apart

And we coming from the heart
When we blow it out the cab

Too blowed
Don’t know how to act

Got two rolled
Falling out my hat 

Got two

The pilot like, "Nigga, you made it," I know

Haters keep coming for me
Won't let me prosper in peace, eh
I sit in my car and I read, like damn
They got

wildest fantasies, baby got me on my knees

My baby’s a stunna, one hundred, drip like Rihanna, she on it, goofy, but dangerous, hypotonic, sculpted by

yellow jacket

Im sippin on lean by the bucket makin me lose my balance
We spin his street got it flooded with these automatics
Been ttg stay clutchin my

have no competition
Got a shank by my dick, gave myself a circumcision
Get these people off the streets I do it for my city
Just played a game

in the crowd wearing my jersey
Smoking on cookie just like a Hershey
It numb me to nothing can hurt me
I'm talkin'
World-wide buckets
Drop 'em off in

Real Shit

Eric B. & Rakim

Classic

2003

the streets beneath my feet to the sun 
I'm number one and competition is still none 
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs