Lyrics:
(Im up)
eye sight blurry
(what)
you think its dumb three stooges like curly
(oh Well)
But this not that story
im not lost like dory
(where im
rhythms are in the mythic
I live that life to da limit
Get hype get paid by da minute
I see the mass of resisting
I speak my mic unassisted
I live that
sent a stooge to try to lure me in
I send him back with a fuck you to you and your friends, shit
I know it’s cool but I do not follow trends
I don’t
too kind and misused
So many signs and real clues, and I was far from a stooge
Definitely far from a schrooge, it was profound and profuse
No one can
plain sight
I calculate ways to stay sane by ignoring what's needed
Declining closure in favor of feeling defeated
Each breath's its own victory
Not
Just let me know
Which cable news you usually pick
To get disillusion by, bias stooges
Who spew a script
Telling you
Just who
You should be feuding with
just like the sushi
The gas got me woozy
Me Ced and lil B yea we like the three stooges
Hit his ass in the mouth now that lil nigga toothless
NWA me
the crew
UFCK
Chefin' some blues
Cooking these fools
Stressing on shoes
Blessing no use
Red or the blue
Three of the stooge
Can get all of the smoke
Baby no
down for cheddar homie we in it Unbothered by the speed limit
Real rap I don't need gimmicks Gotta re-script it
Gotta divvy it up and then re-dish it
gon ride it lemme finish
Y'all some stooges ain't gon do shit iggy pop just like a blemish
(Pop Pop)
I get love from my community
Harmin all these opps
born to Ray and Kay Bergeron May 6, 1955
At 17 Tom interviews two of The Three Stooges
By the early 80s he's on the radio
Starting in Haverill,
student
These fake wanna be rappers whole crew like the 3 stooges
They clueless to the game hopefully y'all can meet me to it
I seen it I been through it
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
to by morale budzić muralami
Może nie wyjdę z twarzą beksy bo to Banksy flow
Jedyne wyjście stąd to tylko z pamiątkami bwoy
Lubię ludzi którzy cierpią w
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
Three Stooges
She blow me like a breathalyzer. I’m giving her DUI.
Pump faking on your kin, them, boys, pumpkin all pie
Fuck, the ops, they won’t
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
'Arryis..'Arry 'Arrisssizzzz and Paul
Duh..Duh..Duh..Di'Anno. Chart position 18 it got to, that was released on 26th of April 1982. And it was off
of the album
Transformed into something hideous
With the love of life felt to new extents
And reaching new heights of ugliness
The Stooge
Stool pigeon of idiots
King
start this album, I would like you to know
I don't condone any of the following
Brutal harming of others, unless if followed by the code of Hammurabi
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
The crusaders and their stooges
All you renegade rulers
All you spotlight fugitives
All you shakers, all you movers
All you cutthroat dealers
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
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