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I'm the new version of the hell boy
Thixo somndla ba thethelele i'm a prob' to myself angiz'yenzi joe
I've got a pride for my name and the life that i'm

on the radio and gun em down
I can't catch that pussy nigga imma have run em down
I know for a fact them niggas never been about it
I had spent they block like

grenade, dang
What's a snake and sparkler to Mr joe Dirt
Ayy? Show me them boobies
Take the hammer to the poop tank
Kicking Wing higher than the top

EDO TO THE WORLD
GE GE, THE BEAT IS BY BAYOLOGIC
DJ SWAGG, JOE BLAQUE, X BABA.
EDO TO THE WORLD
OH YEAH, LET'S GO.
BOLALE!!! BOLALELILELE,
BOLALE

Cuban
I'm rollin up wit them cookies
This bitch is pullin'

One mixtape make the boys go quiet
Got a white trick named Joe not Biden 
Whipped tha pole out

Let me start right now, by saying quickly, that I’m back and I ain’t going nowhere. 
Them haters hate but I don’t care , but I gotta stay away I

pretending

Produce in the kitchen, DJ and remixing
Walk up in the building, one SiX stand on business
I cheat on my bitches, live by my decisions
I'm really

of cajun, salt and pepper, nothin' faze me
Turn around, she grab my dick, baby girl said, damn, boy, you thick
I said, girl, you so damn thick, too, and by

we take it back 
Before I meet joe black
I mean southern Cadillacs
Like ya boy 3 stacks

Kissin on the bleachers 
Scolded by the teachers
I hope that

no history's no future, despair in their face/
The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/
like my boys got victims of boycotts/
you claim they're

Written By: Mason Horne, Randy Montana

Ya didn’t think about what you left behind ya 
The memories in these county lines and 
This ole boy in a John

tryna hit the Stop-n-Go
They robbin boys, can't even order Domino's
Peer pressured into weed, i was 9 or so
Put the swisher sweet down til ya momma goes

what this killa's all about
I might sever your head off and fuck your mouth
Bells and chimes ring 17 times
Faceless souls act out like mimes
Pegasus cry

Untitled Track

Dark Lotus

Tales From the Lotus Pod

2001

it, foolish, hocus pokus
I'll split your forehead and plant my Lotus
You don't know what this killer's all about
I might sever your head off and f***

I look up at the constellation as I sit here thinking of leaving this world for another place maybe they won’t know my name or know about me and what

this far to fail now, cuz I know the youth really needs me now
What will they say when I'm finally gone
Will they say I ever lived wrong
The same ole

All of this might and nobody to fight fair
So now I'm low profile severing all ties
I'm like fee foe fie fum at these small fries
Caught wind how my

Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah (A Letter from Camp)

Daddy a Go-Go

Big Rock Rooster

2002

this should scare ya
But my bunkmate has malaria
You remember Jeffery Hardy
They're about to organize a searching party

Take me home, oh muddah, faddah

to chest with the sellouts
What you talking about bell boy no handouts
Jesus walks the ground best of the best that's a standout
The new workout plan is cool

Have you heard of old man Joe?
He was born in Cajun land
He walks with a cane in hand
But he plays a mean banjo

Now he lives in Kyoto
For his