Lyrics:
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Escape from a jail cell, split away from hell
And all I want for Christmas is a Glock and some shells
Billy Boy takes the pictures, (rak watch
released the 12th of February 1982. And welcome once again to "Not a lot of...not a lot of people
know that" Hahah, oh dear, it's getting worse isn't it?
5 star
12 Gaage
Hold up, you hating on me
My flow turned up 360 degrees
Don't choke on my name when you mentioning me
That's bad luck, you thought
You was with me at my lowest
Soon it's gon be richer days
12/22 forever that's just what the picture say
I could still picture that day
Picture perfect
Mrs. Hannah seemed old back when I was a child
We lived in her house by the railroad tracks
My father would take me along with the rent cheque
For
Who nailed you on the sly
Has laid poor Jesse down to die
This song was made by Billy Guy Shade
Soon as the news did arrive
He said there weren’t no
song you know
Or play Vanilla Ice
Hey, you can play him twice
And you can play the Bee Gees any day
But Mr. DJ, please
I'm beggin' on my knees
I just
look at Marv and Harry
Locked up till February
1993
Watching trash
On the big tv
Sugar crash
By the Christmas tree
Three solo days won’t hurt me
My
know it might be awkward spending Christmas there
But I guess it will be better than just spending it alone
We only have to get along for two more days
at Woolworths at Broadmeadows Central on Tuesday Feb 9th Between 12:15-12:30pm followed by a nearby Ferguson Plarre from 12:30-12:35pm
4 new exposure sites are
know where to go when the snow is fallin'
CHORUS
10 Who knew I'd fall so hard for Mr. Kringle
11 He stole my heart and made my sleigh bells jingle
12
A lonely pretender at a market making hay buying gifts alone to pass the day
Early December I can't wait I hear her say dreaming away to Christmas
a cannon
Show christmas time spirit by white garlin spamming
Big booty big booty big booty I blast
Broke both nuts now I got them stuck inside a cast
I'm
Mrs. Santa waved goodbye to Santa and his sleigh
Blasting off to make his trip in time for Christmas Day
And as she waved she munched upon some goodies
song you know
Or play Vanilla Ice
Hey, you can play him twice
And you can play the Bee Gees any day
But Mr. DJ, please
I'm beggin' on my knees
I just
can swallow
And ol' Billy does a wicked "Mr. Clean"
Good Lord, if I'd've known this future when I started
Believe you me, I'd never change a thing
The Indian guides Salvador and Luis
Said man this ain't natural, ain't no way we can do this
So the group shot them dead and ate em' day after Christmas
By
Yeah
Man
I cant tell y'all man
I'm done
Ima start calling mother fuckers out man
Ima step up in the booth
Hit a mic check 1,2
Ima start calling your
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
often? Tri day before last week (word?)
Always tryin to pull me over on these dark ass streets
Gave the war two blocks, two middle fingers like my nigga
and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Christmas I'm thinking about Cora and her family
I hope that some day they'll find peace by and by
cats gettin green, by all means love the war
A midnight special billy New York call
So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall
[Mr. Cheeks]
in the clip, Jay Gup
Took a cruise down the street smoking gas in the whip
With a bitch that I used to get curved by
We was out on the block, it was 12
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