Lyrics:
Alright, alright this is how it went
I saw her in the woods by herself I had a knife
Perfect opportunity to take another life
Unfortunately I'm fucking
No judge or jury ever gonna hear the story told
Down by the bayou
Tryin' to play with the 'caine
Tryin' to play with the 'caine
Same old story
I'mma call this nigga real quick,
Mellow yellow, it’s ya boy Brotha lynch hung a.k.a Spider-Man,
Ay I’m sending that package man,Um let me know
The Lynch mob gathered in the square across from the jail
Young Billy watched them from his cell and felt his courage fail
Bill swore he wasn't
Planting Seeds
Written by Tim Lynch
I ain't forgot about them seeds that we planted
I've just been looking for a better way
Some things do and some
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
the same old song
Same old flows, same old con's -cepts except, by the way that I write
I can't go wrong
ELO, Pure
True and living, I ain't never heard
of what you see
I'm not in a class of monsters, I'm just a new generation from an old colony
There might be clones, yet no one knows
Yet a microchip on your
water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep
stand by me. (stand by me)
When I’m growing old and feeble,
stand by me; (stand by me)
when I’m growing old and feeble,
stand by me. (stand by me)
When
Gimme the music
Let's play house, baby
Gimme the bop, be-bop slop
But gimme the music
Let's play house girl
Gimme that old fashion dance hall
value him it's most upfront in
Songs like 2013's "Lil Nigga Snupe
" a chilling track inspired by
The murder of the
18-year-old Louisiana rapper
Lil Snupe,
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
bored of same old me
And real talk for just one second
I still got that smug-fuck passion
Of a kid brought up-by records
MCs' art, spun rhymes backwards
With the indigenous I'm being honest
Trying to play peacemaker with my old hoes
Can we live without being slimy?
Tore up, ain't we all?
Finna go up,
With the indigenous I'm being honest
Trying to play peacemaker with my old h***
Can we live without being slimey?
Tore up, ain't we all?
Finna go up,
by curators
Give them defibrillators
The others take turns
In new great herds
We're not on the same terms
A flame burns
You're all like tape worms
from Claire's
told me for work your an au pair
that mean you good at taking care
Ohh
We not hiding from it
got a lot of money
we signed a deal, I'm fake
Take a walk with me down by Avalon
Oh, my common one with the coat so old
And the light in her head.
And the sufferin' so fine
Take a walk with me
and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible
and keen
Blow your brains out with his gun for messing with his trees
Don't get shot by the old man
Don't get shot by the old man
Don't get shot by the old
Feelin alright man step by step, step by step, step by step
Step in the room and I feel uptight but I feel alright and I'm on through the night
Feel
(One, two, three, four)
I didn't think that it would take all
My days to see your face by the way
Miss them old days, I know your name
We'll make it
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
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