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hearts of those you sent away

All I had I gave to you
Now it is gone what have I left to lose?
 
In this hand I carry a torch, the other holds a knife
I

over if it is a Jim Reed tune
On the big screen, pig skins, go team go
In the corner there's a cop with his whole wheat toast
Foreman of the flock In

Termites

Protest the Hero

Scurrilous

2011

he disappeared
Confirming everything that I feared
The time passed is shown by the length of his beard

Solomon stands, dead on his feet
Waiting

Fresh Prince
I'm gon' tell you like this
Just one look is all it's taking
That's enough to steal your bitch
Ayy, hit my tree, man
I need all this

My name is MUZIX baby
Mr. Muzix
I go by Muzix
Oh Mr. Muzix
What's goin on in yo life
Is your neighbor complaining about your dog?
Or did Carona stop

in the world)
But he was not able to let them out

They seek him, conceal him
It might be dead wrong but I
Must play it cool and be patient
To obtain

JONES IS SO ALONE ONE MILLION MILES FROM HOME
SOLD YOUR DIAMONDS AND DOGS FOR SOME STONES
YOU WATCHED YOUR STARMAN DROWN AND LET YOUR SPIDERS DOWN

breath, he had pride in his backbone
Said i'm just an old man with his life in a shopping cart
This dog is my family and i sleep in the park

But i wasn't

tried to be the freshest like the glade
That was way before I tripped and went insane
All my dogs we could never separate
(Never separate)
Never separate

OBSERVE
AN ARISTOCRACY OF MISFORTUNE  DOMINATES
THE EMERGENCE OF DESPOTIC MACHINES
A SWORD SUSPENDED ABOVE THE RABBLE - FRAYING
THE BURNING DOG BITES WITH

One more time

Ey, clásico como un cassette
Once again, el barrio is my place
Like a flame, enciendo Mary Jane
Me mira y me besa, tell me: what you

The cricket stump would leave its mark
And prince the dog he would bark
As each of us took our turn
As to behave we had to learn

The hardest song I ever wrote

with the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
Gotta get right if you can't

shirt
If a nigga talk shit then ass will get merked
Yeah
Run back on a bitch ima hit it where it hurt
Taken all the bands out, nigga lookin like Bert
No

Boosie Home And Act A Donkey Wit Em
Show Me That Thong And It's On
Give Me That Head And Get Bread
I Like Em Black Caramel And Red Look
And Mr Officer Mr

Shout out to my homie bussying out here you know what I mean? He funny (Uh, yup yup)

Chapped lips while I piss out my dick (1up)
I don't need no

Say he want smoke, I wish him well
Say I can get 'em all she need, I'm so Epic like LA Reid
Doing that race, I got the lead
Look at your face, it's

Rock Lobster

Drew's Famous

Halloween Party Music [Turn Up the Music 1996]

1994

Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dog-fish
Chased by a cat-fish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for

Problems

Honestly, I got too much flavor man for my color
Smoking while I make a low purchase Ima high seller
They face red cause he blew up like the sky

(Nigga, go pick up your bro)
I just told my dog, go get that bone
The nigga might lose his lil' dome
Dumb bitch keep hittin’ my phone
These groupie bitches

the door
Unpausing all these niggas one by one
The ones that have been begging for it screaming more
Yeah I'm running through these niggas one by one
Now

July

Thin White Rope

In the Spanish Cave

1988

and cause you hurt
I wonder what would happen if
You learned to speak of your contempt
Instead you celebrate your face
By lending it to each of them

Ceci N'Est Pas une Chanson

Bran Van 3000

Glee [Audiogram]

1998

the Paris suburbs,
All the London hounds, all the New York hound dogs,
And the NDG, misguided. You know it.

Ceci n'est pas un retour aux années 70,
Ceci

and on, and on

So long, it's time to say goodbye
Barely a man, now locked and loaded for the kill
Seats at the pub shall be denied
Taken by those who