Lyrics:
as the throng crossed the finish line. In a photo finish, the Molson Muscle won by a beak.
SKEETER:
Eucherghugh!
UNCLE WALTER:
...Skeeter cried out in despair
conjure up my muse
She's my means to achieve a simple quota
When it's make or break
Make no mistake
She appears like lightening in a bottle
I catch
ring
That was housed by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills over and over
and dimes, ain't never been phased by no nipples and dimes, my plate looking full no more pickles and fries, we been making noise BBM on the rise
I just wanna
And you know how I'm rocking, rocking Elvis Presley white
You know highlight reelin'
All highlights like we sitting on top of museum ceilings
No more
pound chains, they building muscle
You popping perc's, while I pop tags
Lines intercepting, no hashtag
Taking a bath that's full of cash
Leveling up,
a meal with no fork in it
Outfit, I ordered it and I'm the
Shit? Where your toilet at?
I hope you recorded that, Too short
I'm born to mack
Too dope, two
Yeah '84, '94, '20, two type shit (yeah)
Out of line, you get your fuckin' top topped
Ain't playin' no games, you pussies
Ayo, this on you, blood
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
I am bird watching
From street to street
Pigeons, and ravens, and vultures, and crows
But no doves to see
cnd I'm wishing on stars but the city's
Through the pages of time
Faith is a wall I must climb
I was intrigued by your spirit
And your eyes which showed no pain
You were screaming but I
in the public library
On Thurmon Street just now
Skimming through Rogue Herry's by Hugh Walpole
And I suddenly came over all peckish
Peckish,
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
gay guys having sex.
[Adam Sandler]:
Well no sir, you are dead wrong.
[Man]:
Alright.
[Adam Sandler]:
Thanks for stopping by. Wow, interesting. Two
as Mousebender enters two men
Dressed as city gents are Greek
Dancing in the corner to the music of
A bouzouki the shop it'self is large
And redolent of the charm
steel meets steel
And no one can believe
That these two men are best friends
Not enemies
They lash out with ferocious force
The fight grows more
steel meets steel
And no one can believe
That these two men are best friends
Not enemies
They lash out with ferocious force
The fight grows more
don’t got no issues
When I’m with you.
Texting on the side is going to have me confused.
You inspire this art, little baby is my muse.
Didn’t care about
time I pull the trigger
But there's too many distractions too many comforts
It's the muse I chase, unamused by the grace of god that I created
These days
young and move wit the muscle
Grind til the finish line and stay on ya hustle
You get knuckles if you buckle learn the game just to struggle
Ain't no
moving lately up
Just don't let the moment pass you by
I can't sleep I'm up all through the night
While the stars in your eye multiply
Quit waking me
Baby gé kin gé
She gimme loving she love dekunle
Awon temi lojata down to mile 2
Tonba ri rizla won fa kanaku
No be by Power no be by muscle
I just dey
Get Sprayed Don't Play, Don't Play
This Shit Get Hot, Cold Case, Cold Case
2 Covid Mask, No Face, No Case, OK, Let's Get Him Today Like Nobody Safe
I
there
Hear sirens jump in the stick drop a Sedan and hide for years
Like no one else in the world did this except for us two
You gotta trust me, I gotta
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