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some chicken for the cow? (Your mother)
Oops, I meant you sorry for the mix up
But your stomach's always big due to sexual slip ups (that's your

gang at civilians
Like you're hard or something
One-man army come
Make Blick grip the blicky
Ima hit you in your heart or nothing
You believe fuckin with

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

Now old Jack Johnson 
He was the toughest man in the whole wide world, 
He used walk around whoppin' people up side the head
Makin' all sorts

someone turn they back to it
That shit's retar- uh uh um
Sorry, I know you sensitive pussies like to censor shit you don't like
And that's alright but
Don't

The Third Single (Dialogue)

Ray Davies

The Storyteller

1998

it's a hit, cock, I gotta tell ya, I'll state my reputation on it".
Now, with management like that, how could we fail?

But the record company said

and shat on my pee pee
Drinking lemonade and spilled it on my yeezy
She's looking like a damn T-Rex cause you know that we're up next
Mix some salt with some

falls
When they let the chihuahuas mix
Up with big dogs
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
This a test, this a test
I gotta pass though, pass though
(Nah,

into this atmosphere
Can you help me, come here

I'm sorry I'm mixed
My deoxyribonucleic acid is stitched with Caucasian, Asian, and African American

dive into Adonis like that
Twist chronic blood thick as maple sap
Reach a peak with a mountain on my back
As a man I handle ounces and milligrams
They

without the persecution I had known for so long. 

I hitchhiked all the way with a suitcase in one hand
and my guitar in the other and as I stood

My daddy drank his last glass of wine at 69
I took his guitar home that night and I played it and cried
If I were to say he was a perfect man, well

a list
But I won't list em'
I hit up Scho with the vision
My brodie god with the mix
My brodie what
She bouta cry when I'm rich
She bouta call up my phone

together, but this blood don't mix
Y'all don't really wanna see a grown man cry
But when I have a problem y'all just pass me by
I'm sick and tired of the same

man I'm sorry
Leave the microphone alone, I saved a life just by recording
Trying to figure out my pain, my thoughts just by talking Trying to tell me

Hey Joe

Morrissey

Under the Influence

2003

her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me

Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down

world yeah
I got my own girl yeah
So I'm spending most of my time
With her so I'll strum my guitar
Maybe tomorrow
Oh yeah oh si claro
Y como siempre lo

I Am The Cool

Screamin' Jay Hawkins

Somethin' Funny Goin On

1995

sorry ass to the town in the middle of the day
I hung him up on a flagpole with a sign, "Don't mess with Screamin' Jay"
I am the cool

The finest

come beef with us, I gotta turn shit up, I gotta get shit movin' turned around he got hit by the toolie,
Knocked him down ey that boy was a goofy.  762

in the mix
Hit the booth for an hour and it multiply by six
I get lost in the music, I'm a bomb without the tick
Had my share of missing while I'm

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Man From Milwaukee (Garage Mix)

It started at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere
Sitting beside me was a man with no hair
>From the look on his

that shit
I'm in some mix mixed with Prada kicks
Man my outfit be vintage I take the piss
Shooting at your bitch you know she swallows it
These tags

a guitar on that shit, yeah

You got this shit now rappin' hard, yeah
I swear I'm sorry, but that's so, so little
I said I feel it in my heart, she said she

my guitar (Ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah)
Just because I am a cool blooded man (Yes, I am)
I’m going to LA on my motorbike
Baby I’m so fast with the wind in

cry, by my side.
I wrote a song about a man
who’s cheating, and one about a playing wife.
I wrote a song about dying,
and one about a useless life.
Cause