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to see Avengers - and that Amy schumer film
And the one book that I read was a good one by Joe Hill
And I saw Kamasi Washington play at Cheltenham jazz
the chapped lip brass dipped Knuckle dusting grind
Snuck another couplet by the by
Just cause I sound good In Hi-fi
Ay, listen
The flow on Joe Hisaishi
If we
fuck it
My dick, I done told y'all suck it
I'll punch your fat ass in your stomach
And make everything in it go up it
You wrote a tape for your nigga
Guided by the ghost of a goodnight moon
And the stories I've accrued
In a matter of memories the gun spells bang
Gone in a flash as the fat lady sang
You
Cenotaph by Bolt Thrower
Reekomposer vocals by Joe Benson
Cenotaph
Alone you stand
The final parody
Destined to silence
A memorial to mortality
I'm at the store and there's this Chinese lady
Being made fun of by this child in front of me (He was like 10 years old)
Now his mother is standing
away from all the busta ass bitches and hoes
And for the 5-0
Gimme the slugs and the rifle
I turn a pig into a sloppy joe
No bitch in blue gonna tell
of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that's her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat
Om-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-paaaaa
Fat sweaty bulldog
Stood in the sun
Stone village swamp man
Slow motion run
Tender poke police walker
trust
But keep a weapon in the Bible
He said what it look like Joe
He was puffing on a green leaf
In a foreign with the cream seats
Matter of fact it was
gonna go, Hugo, when Trump gets re-elected?
Grand Master Frump, he ’s mad, too bad, he insists he got robbed
He writes nasty comments in his photo album
Linens unlimited, made it by being gimmickless
Limitless range, never could stay the same
Maintained and found a way
The heard the sound was in my fate
But
cross colors backwards draggin nicoten
make jump like everlast crew were ya have to
Wit celtics gear in the atmosphere and tobacco
Deplorable im horrible
em Omarosa
I cutting ties with my roses
And making room for my daises
I kicked my girl to the curb and pull up with hoes in Mercedes it's crazy
I got
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh
a jugu man like if it was a hobby
His stomach fat like a globby (Default in Fortnite)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
You know we smoking on Sebby
The black one
called a play cause a nigga always batting
I had to get the bread like a nigga was a fat kid
42 in my pocket, really got a nigga sagging
Yo, bitch, fly for
loves fish sticks
And i'll get a column in the sun and be a fat, old, narcissist
We'll talk about how the kids are fucking up the country
How they're fat
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
Girl, I can't notice but to
Notice you, noticin' me
From across the room, I can see it
And can't stop myself from lookin'
And noticin' you,
as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era
you, you say we just friends but not tonight boo.
Lets pretend you my Cinderella, have you home by twelve, or respect the fellas.
Keep you together in my
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