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heard
Or so I hear
But we cheat and don't treat each other fair
Chris Brown got paid an arm and a leg
(Good for him)
But you wanna pay me peanuts? that's

for
Holy trinity but
Some discovered the lotus so they noticed
Don't expect a handout cuz its bogus
Words for you to hold this
Have I got you hooked

Stupid is what stupid does
But I'm tryna play it smart
It's been a minute since I been in this booth
I guess I got a brand new start
Been on the ride

press

Show them the caprice test

I’ve been reading books a lot about religion

And how the world was at peace ‘cuz of some pigeon

And you could be

It's that time of year where Santa Claus is makin' his list and checkin' it twice
Bout to find out who's naughty or nice
Were you good or did you

dick
Call me  my uncle rick
Cause i hate women
You say that's wrong
But i keep winning
Im winning
This game of monopoly
Got so much property
By property

middle fingers up
To the whole government
Gave you little stimulus
But you still have no content
Shallow as a piece of parchment
Sorry I'm talking

No Borders, No Nations

The Bouncing Souls

Bouncing Souls/Anti-Flag

a change
No war, corporate run
Governments, no police state
We've got to make a change
For the good of the human race
And you still look me in the eye

and she thinks she's on the shelf

And mother says don't worry, you've always got your health

You've always got your health



Times ain't what they used

covenant
No blood no forgiveness, not a smidgen
Without the blood kid you only got religion
So marches to D.C. are no more than long trips
Prayer mail sent

she's so bad
Now I'm stepping on the floor
Show me what you got (oh oh oh)
Ohohoh
I'm taking it down low almost to the floor (oh noo)
Ohohoh 
I'm turning

Loud Neighbors

2 Skinnee J's

718: Live Farewell Extravaganza

2005

you body good, and your mind even better
From the goo that blew the panties of your auntie when we met her
It ain't loud enough for all of us
We'll

not foggy
Ramón Mercader eventually got Trotsky
I'm watching Forza Bastia by Jacques Tati
And sit still stay on my solo and watch body
Seventh century

was given
No askin at Christmas it was within the beautiful ribbon
Gift wrap or gift bag I really wanted to have that
But when I got it wishing I could

the outcome of His genius in Christ
Translated from darkness into His light
Old are gone
All things have become new
Who no go no know
That's why you confused

oh oh
Now look at how I'm living I'm flexing
They hating, Gossiping, I'm stacking
I had to make it but they said it wasn't possible (huh)
Who told you

genocide
Now we need to plot and plan and strategize
To conquer the people you know you divide
Mixin' religion with it jumbaliesaaa
Burn it down where's

bodies, or a pile of bills. All affected way to easy by the love and the hate. Pick your poison, it's the only way we can pretend that we all have nothing

lots of good jobs working in a factory cranking out the land mines

And you better be ready to pull the party line or you'll
end up doing real time