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Clark Kent
Can't relate, way too busy paying Peter Parker rent
All I see is superheroes
I don't dare let a sentence out my mouth that ain't completely

no reefer

For the kids beat by Tisa
Mind on cloud nine no reefer
Diamonds so cold caught a fever
Never turned my back like a corner
Cause I

Man #1: "What's in my backpack "
Man #2: "Right now in my
Backpack is a laptop, four records
One of them is +Peter Piper+ 12"
Three Serato records

swings for you
So if you can't get no satisfaction
From the invert's square law of attraction
Or you're roped and trussed and gagged and bound
By

chasidy or chass
There’s a chance your getting stabbed
By the knife wielding maniac
In front of tonight's building
I can't take you light untill you
Pay

I'm Guid-O, a serial rappist
More fucked than Peter Parker with a fear of arachnids
What you hear in this track list, put the fear in these rappers

make sure you'll always be mine (Mine)
Don't get it confuse girl your nice body deserve a nice man like me
So lemme put you in my papi solo 
I kay your

came home
Wrong place, wrong time
You will get sacrificed
To the God of gun violence
Worshipped by the Alt-Right
Ever since Lilith they hate it when they

Reasons said
Get upset
Think I made my bed
On the line, need a push and I'll be off the edge
Then again I start of think of shit like
Why would Peter Pan

Sixteen Tons

Stan Ridgway

Anatomy

1999

and a back that's strong

[Chorus]
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. peter don't you call me 'cause i can't

Hol up 
Fingers always Ichin
Bad boy piston
On a mission
Always gotta listen
Everyone is different 
So I'm guided by my wisdom
Hoe
Always bout my

Peter pan
Songs angilam, real life Tamilian, uh
Once you go brown you can't frown shawty
Love the way you move, hope you hold it down for me
Uh, don't you

a tweaker
She work magic in a pan, I thought that little hoe name was Peter
I'm fixin' to hit a line of snow, chill, it's fine
I do it all the time
And by

All the things I can’t stand
That now I just want more of
Spending some time in the sand
Walking the beach hand in hand
Baby your in Neverland
Bring in

& I'll sign it
I've already decided that you can't confine it
Why you stressin' like He didn't do it the last time? 
He's always making a way when you're

cynical hairy beast in my
Mind mental never simple but very difficult
I'm a thousand piece puzzle I can't get what he saying
These are my battle rhymes Im

Dancers

Hey there singer, pointing finger Came her cry from the floor
No more sad songs, had them too long I can't take them no more

Dancers up

(price it by the grade)
Expose it inna me basket (cha)
Hey world (it's not an overnight thing)
Continue plant up the herb (well the herb is all i bring)

in the grave
Well, Edgar Allen Poe be your cup of joy
And watch a lonely actor life get destroyed
(Ugh)

I don't wanna hate, we just wanna have fun

I woke up at 3:07 shiverin
Seems every night gets too cold to sleep
Crawl across the hardwood to the closet
Sleepwalking's forced me to tie up my

have taken, one to many jabs
They still call me Peter, 
The songs pan out after we cross out the hook
Like it's copied out a book
Found it in the nooks

get too tight
Though you've worn them since the seventh grade
Middle school crushes, inappropriate touches
It's all too much for me to withstand
I try

Do you know who the filthy booger was
I believe it was
Thelonious Roy

Hey you girlies with the red lips on
Get inside before something goes wrong

yeah
Hol' on I came by yo tab, yeah
Hol' on lil' bitch your a tab, yeah
Now you feel like Peter Pan, yeah
Now I feel like Super Saiyan, yeah
Now we up in