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Look at All Those Idiots

The Simpsons

The Simpsons Sing the Blues

1990

Outnumbered by boobs
An office full of morons
A planet full of fools
Is it any wonder I'm singing

Maybe you should be singing, sir

Oh, I'm singing

surprising?
So, if you got my number use it wisely, especially if you ain’t got verizon
I took the day off to see the sunrise
Seen my parents dad’s get old but

deluxe
And still fuck, ya paid more than twice the worth (word)
How I love trickin' shit my wife deserve
And let it, be known now when you see us three

and undress
And let me squirt on your breasts
Give you that daddy dick
Make it disappear like a magic trick
Fact is it's crystal clear that you can't resist
Hit

Ay
What would you do
If you only had seven minutes to prove everything that you had in life
What would you tell them
What would you say
If you only

across my collar, does it purr?
All these pimps is hysterical
I think they full of scare
Passin' by 'em in the V twin
Ghost-ridin' the blur
And rejection

in yo life 
  
N**** let me work, watch me work, n**** 
100 dollar bills 
If you all about yo money  
Then u gotta keep it real 
 
N**** work, watch me

me the torch before I get to (wooo)
Money dreams, it was not so big
Go to the store, purchase
Don't care if not so cheap
Not so sweet, the past

Inner Voice

Adam Sandler

Stan and Judy's Kid

taste like"
If you say so
"Get a black and white horizontally striped suit, a mask, 
And a bowling ball with a small length of rope hanging from it

found it
(Uh uh uh)
(Uh uh uh)
(Uh uh uh)
Work on myself full time
(Uh uh uh)
(Uh uh uh)
(Uh uh uh)
Work on myself got me feeling like a killer

Queens

Right yknow like in front of your- in your world, in your world that you live in
It just kinda shows the reality of how everything works

But uh yeah I

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

made us, sincerely
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us

wonder my phone is more important than you
What did you say, go away, let me be
You say this thing I own, now it owns me
I suspend disbelief, I blend in

let's go, uh

If you a bad bitch, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Freak bitch, she touch her toes like, what (like, huh)
She said it's summertime, she tryna

to kill it again
But don't give a damn need my money and dividends
Nigga ion playing
I just to came to collect and to win win

Let's work
I came from

Hate in Yo Eyes

Mack 10

Bang or Ball

2001

pimpin
Get dough by bunches, donatin and tippin
Let it ride on the Harley, and six-fo' dippin
Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean
I'm like

the front row
I don’t need a hook nah
I let my verses do the grunt work
Keep it real PG
And leave you unconscious
Underneath the floorboards
I'm telling you

ok if you blush
You'll be glad that you had me

It'll take some work shit I'm a real deal motherfuckin misfit 
Who flips scripts and spits

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

And a chopper to
A1, shit you selling ass, like a prostitute

And I'll let the chopper shoot
If I need it to
I spit the stuff niggas shooting
Up with the needles

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us
But then America fucked up and blamed up

I guess it's cause we

start to wonder if it's God or something
Else hard to believe that it's all just luck
But not everything that happens is always lots of fun
Now I can only

'll bе too
If you let yourself fall herе
You won't die at his hands

Don't know unless you try
Before you even knew it, you could go and fly
How hard could

and find the poet's tree, 
johnny rockwell you know it's me, 
my past is a matter of when and if, not a matter of fact, 
pressure and precious,