Lyrics:
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands
Made from the trash I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands
Every night, I'm back
Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands
Made from the trash I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands
Every night, I'm back
Nicholas Cage
Did 4 years, 4 months in the feds, but couldn't get no peace
Released from the belly of the beast, but the 'ralies put a nigga on a leash
House real big
Cars real big
Belly real big
Everything real big
Rims real big
Pockets real big
Rings real big
Let me tell you how I live
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy."
I remember back in time
(1970 somethin', 1970 somethin')
Before all the homies
redact
Hunchback
Cus I gotta stiff back
I'm an artifact
Don't interact
Gotta contract
Kill the guy in a Cadillac
Dat dat dat
Never lack or slack
Bitches
this pussy
Boy, I know what you need
Nasty when I smoke sess
1942, what's next? Get the head in
I'm better than your ex
She don't fuck like me
I
clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced
I
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans
No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons
Rolling up trees in the belly
Yo
It's N to the O to the V to the A
I used to play, I used to rave
Parlay in a different way from back in the day
Wouldn't trade a new day for
the letterbox. Wowed by the subject punctured by the helicop. Boy meets vermin: the widescreen version. Headaches, nausea, vomiting, facial paralysis. These area
the belly of the beast, too clean
How I change up the wave like a solstice
Okay I'm right back
Right left right I got the cheat code
Whole game easy as free
Elias Beatz hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake your body like a belly dancer
Hey
I stand tall in the beast of the belly
(Beast of the belly, beast of the belly)
Uh
But back to subject they illiterate
They not feeling it they can't
your love made me sick
It was toxic
It was not it
Going back and forth throwing all these objects
I'm smoking purple haze until you do right by my name
Break that dick off in her belly
Mix this peanut butter wit her jelly
That pussy so good, boy I swear I wouldn’t sell it
& great her hygiene; pussy sittin
20
Catch him wherever get shot in the deli
Want a feature then send me the Zelle
Opp Thot in the back gettin dick in her belly
Told lil shawty pull up
a chakra
Long dreads nigga feel like a rasta
Using oils don't rely on a doctor
Will I pop?
Let me shake up Shasta
Work to get further by the day while
Cold late nights young nigga be feeling alone
Smoke my weed and sip my drank yeah I do it by my lonely
You ain my homie nigga you phony
cnd I keep
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