Lyrics:
voyage
And sayonara, see you fuckers tomorrow
Get some R&R and marinate in some marinara
And have a Coke and a smile, don't make me open a jar
Of whip
Could feel Bob's pain or his need to get out
Don't ask me why or if he was sick
Don't tell it's wrong or drag Jesus into this
Your life is yours to live
cousins would
Sneak into his uncle's room, he told me
And "he'd have all the equipment in
There the turntables
The big speakers and we'd turn it all on"
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
got me framded!"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
My employers have changed but the name has remained.
It all began
of yours is shit
Run your mouth, you get boxed in the rib
I can have man flying in the sky for a drib
These mandem don't care where you live
Tom Tom's got
从头开始就没善他表面兔子却是狼豺
电话那头传来质疑声说lie lie
everyone can talk about this
e-pal bob and Mike
i try day by day never say die
listen this real shit called tom type
wake up young
a female, like bap
In fact, I'll have the crowd smackin' you themselves
Where's D12? I don't feel like doin' this by myself, so come on
So what the deal,
consider fun) Lotta good sex!
(Check it out y'all ya don't stop)
(Check it out y'all keep on)
2X
(Check it out y'all ya don't stop)
(Keep On)
I'm in
and put one in the air for me
Tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em
Tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle
You don't know nann
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Fuckin wit chicken
But I'm duckin in the lard
Been goin straight since 78
I wanna live I don't wanna be late
I head em comin at me
Runnin fast & ruff
Aint
Fuckin wit chicken
But I'm duckin in the lard
Been goin straight since 78
I wanna live I don't wanna be late
I head em comin at me
Runnin fast & ruff
Aint
and two-on-twos
Active with it, swinging shit
Now I got blood all on my shoes
Opps that I don't know of in the flesh
Asking what's my name
Fans call me Clavish,
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
was created in seven days
Thats a weak story, get it a week story
C’mon Grey, can’t you be stoppin the beat for me
Every time I say something dope
Grey:
on Instagram
Even back then I didn't have many fans
Saying I had some shooters in minivans
That for me would spin blocks like a ceiling fan
As if Christian
they have a hit.
There might even be a spin off, but they're not sure 'bout that.
If they ever watch T.V. again, it'd be too soon for them.
Bob never
they have a hit.
There might even be a spin off, but they're not sure 'bout that.
If they ever watch T.V. again, it'd be too soon for them.
Bob never
"Damn that television what a bad picture"!
"Don't get upset, it's not a major disaster".
"There's nothing on tonight", he said, "I don't know
the gear, yeah, I want to wear it, too
I don't care, dear, go ahead and stare (ooh)
Afraid to be you, livin' in fear boo
Expression is rare, I dare you
Last week, uh, in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers
Well, I don't need to tell you who Bob Dylan is
The greatest writer of our time was
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