Lyrics:
So there was this boy and this girl
And they'd never met
They'd never spoken to each other
Or even seen each other
But one day the girl wrote
Boy executioner
Terminator, murder revolutioner
Street stalker, causer - of metamorphosis
Late night rapes, body found in a forest
No clues left
mirror
Acting like a thug, ooh.
He waited for a dark night; he was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in,
As a rich man, he came walkin` by,
"Hold your
daughter was his jewel
His son was just his boy
For thirty years he worked the mills
And stoked the coke-fed fires
And looked toward the day
When he'd
Then he got on his pony and away he did ride,
As the screams of little Omie went down by his side.
T'was on a Thursday morning, the rain was pouring
he did ride,
As the screams of little Omie went down by his side.
T'was on a Thursday morning, the rain was pouring down,
When the people searched for
a brother like me begun, to be another one
Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all
To criticize me some crime, never the less
They could not
Sittin' in the airport, awaitin' on my plane
Nothin' to do for an hour or two
So I try to find a message in a picture I drew
In the corner of a letter
boy cap more than Mitchell and Ness
I just smoked a whole blunt now I need me some sex
I wake up everyday feeling blessed
Not sponsored by Nike but I'm
the block, now they look around waiting to see me
Coming up the block cause I'm coming with enough bases to supply my whole block
Think I drew breeze the way
I've been tied down by who you thought I should've been
But you don't know me like I do, no
Do, no
Do, no
Do, no
I've been tied down by who you
Hey, Dave, 'twas the night before Christmas we'll go!
Hi, boys, here I go!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not
and white.
You were looking at my paper,
Watching what I drew
It was natural: I was older,
Thirteen months more than you.
A brother and a sister,
walked and talked by the river Seine
Then we drew our hearts and carved our names
I loved you then and you loved me think back Mademoiselle my used to be
Yeah boy
Need more...
Need more...
Yeah
Need more...
Fucking time
Yeah
Time is passing by, fuck
Tic-a-Tic-a-Toc, yo
We all die, it sucks
Feeling
I was a new kid on the circuit
Gold buckles in my eyes
But the horse I drew was plenty rank
Much to my surprise
I did a double back flip
to a sneezer
And to warm his gob before he died
The boys, they came crowding in fast
And they drew all their
Stools 'round about him
Six glims round his
what them racket boys can do.
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the d.a. can't get no relief.
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
and sightless, half-wit boy
But Lewis was my name though I could not say it
I was born and raised in New Orleans
My spirit was wild, so I let the river
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
way but evil drew first blood
Put the roman numeral nine on your inside right wrist
So I can read it properly like this
That's how we know we're
and Bonannos
Rum in the cup holder, hittin' bumps and spill on the sandals
And car panels
I drew attention with artistic vision
Make an incision like Alonzo
You little child, you drew my ire
So welcome to the ire
Of the storm
Hey Wes
He-hey Wesssssss
Heeeeyyyy Weeeessssss
You lucky I don't fuck you up for
blonde but barely legal
Soon to cause my vigils to splinter
Drew the line up from crystal dust
Thus starting a one-way vortex of lusts
One, Two, Threesome
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