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on a mother-flipping CD
Turn me off and put on a mother-flipping CD
We are those "Interdimensional Beings" you were speaking of
What albums would you take with you
If we
What the fuck is this shit that you were asking?
No I got no chill bitch what the fuck did you think
That I was Alaskan? you're just mad at the fact
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
looking after all of us brothers
And he will help show us the way
It is now time for us all to repent
And god will forgive us for are sins
We are all born
of me is brooding
All alone in your world thats condemned to suffer
Thoughts gather of ending the life of another
Your world failed me and your words are
on thanking yall
2020 all my friends are coughing
Family's closer
So no pussy popping
Dropped an album
Gotta a lotta hype
So talented shit is tight
'Came
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
thing that their funky futurist
Classic Stankonia album suggests
This is true of their backing singers, too
And also the brilliantly-primed musicians who
stood up for the South Bronx
And every sucker emcee had a response?
You think we care? I know that
They are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In
the question
No, your mouth is the tool by which
You are answering the question
Obviously, Santa Claus exists
The disguised Santa Clauses are
The tool by which
year degree is becoming more worthless
'Cause this world still schooling me, maybe I should try that foolery
And start baring arms like I'm shirtless,
Messenger, it burns up my phone
I am lovely song your fist album
It's your still all one and the sale album number one in the world
She is still this
made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I
shit
But then she told me that was from an Arctic Monkey song
I said, what album is it on
She said, it's on the one with
Why'd you only call me, why'd
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
are at the store and she gets Stopped by the door
Imma open it so she can walk in first and Before
What if you produce a baby with your
Beautiful bride
i
Love me so much right now
New album coming this summer
I love being a voice of freedom when so
Many people are scared to speak up
The world needs
the sight, with the black fist up,
Devils last wishes is a queen who rise pass bytches,
We used to read Francis Crest or anything
But third world press
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