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Flip a Bird

Slaughterhouse

Welcome To: Our House

2012

and bummy piece of shit, cursed
No decent kicks cause mom kept enough of that snow to ski in her purse
No father, Jux passed me my first gun, revolver
With

And serve it by the pound
Scope on the stainless
Who you came with
Put him deep in the snow
His tombstone is nameless
Ain't going back to unwrapping tamales

Let me tell you one thing cuz lifes a fucking chess game
White goes first
Straight away they got a headstart
Starting with a handicap cuz they subpar

before
Must have missed the part where I get something out of this
Puppet on a string
But the story's got a twist
I see you trying me
You can't get by

Us We better Wise Up
We Must learn the time and what must be done and Rise Up
A political puppet show pacifies us in our Tombs
While the fate

and burn, so when I woke up by the fire hydrant
I would have to learn I gotta stop! or I would die in violence
But my environments left me with the vicious

tears explain all to me
I am left out in a blizzard   
Blinded by snow and ice
I'm losing my direction
But first I have to find myself
While I am

ain't a competition
Swerving in my lane lost in my brain i missed the exit
Grew up as a bigot, hating colors i ain't trying to front
A victim

I've seen the light some more
Since i've been trapped in the snow
Enemies close to the towers
I sit on the wall with my teapot
Remember your eyes

white guy
Like the last time you played catch with your dad
cnd the first time you considered jihad

Like wearing cheap tees made by small hands in

are the things we saw
Beautiful things we saw on April 4, oh

Woke up to a world painted snow-white
My new therapist for the first time
A man

London
Smoke a cigarette or two there's a rumor buzzin
I dispute the public there's a stupid puppet there's a reason every human loves it
Lock me in a tomb

I was stuck
Down in a rut
God said look up
Abba
Son you gotta get up

Look
I was facedown
It was going down
All that white turned a smile to a frown

drive-bys
We all in the front line
That boy never did a drill 
He do one for the first time
Grab the mic I'm rocking out
Christmas time we popping now
Y'all

like the 90s  crack
Macking in the trap with the Mac
That's automatic
First things first
Trapping is curse
Gotta toat 3 round burst
Underneath my shirt

Game Peace
Some say they're ever gazing
Finger puppets

I shook em one by one, stuck em to my thumbs. Played the part of tin man wandered in the dump

The child waited
Thought to himself
What a great guy

Billy reached in his pocket
And pulled out a package
A big brick that's all white
He laughed and said

The Spell of the Yukon

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

-- and I'm one.

You come to get rich (damned good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are

won't be on my team
She could cheerlead
Shit, like "Go, Wayne, go!"
Ice on a white tee, I make a snow angel
Y'all niggas squares, but ain't got no angle

Biden's a creepy figure that's hiding
Like a puppet who up and died in
That movie you last seen
That nightmare you last dreamed
Pull that trigger the lights

hospital window
Sealed shut by a snow-covered ledge
The world she introduced me too was changing
America's apartheid ended the year before
In 1968
The first

condition"
It was the mother of the boy
They think she had been drinking
The scene on the screen looked grimy
A white Jetta bisected by a pine tree
In

leave u with slit wrists
Alcohol it's dipped in, It's all in the scriptin'
By tomorrow you know she gon' leave in an instance

Under the coffin, six feet

(ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

No light
Both arms surrounded by old white
Wrapped round, you going snow-blind
Addicted to getting your first bite (ooh)
On my