Lyrics:
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
that he's still breathing
But now he sees God, his body's restored completely
I'm prayin' for ya, I'm prayin' for the Cowdens
I'm prayin' for ya, God's
of the century
I just broke that fourth wall
Like I was Groot punching
A hole through the system
Am I right, James Gunn?
Yeah
Just kidding, I'm actually
Just
bird!'', thought Peter.
Just then, Bruce the Duck came waddling by.
Bruce was very happy that Peter
hadn't closed gate and he decided to check out the deep
defeated. He said, "James, you keep it"
Umm, take it to the sheep and feed them
Oh Lord, I just ask that you remember that them yo sheep
And You, the keeper,
7-elevens
Gettin' my gas, short hand encounters
Slidin' convenience across them counters
Come home again, is that what they mean by Heaven
Well here I am,
two to the head
Knowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little nigga had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that shit
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
know if God could exist
And this was the first male that I'd ever seen cry
Made me think he might be gay at the time
What the fuck did he ever have
boy
Gotta be cautious boy
Gotta know what your doin boy
Fuckin with that raw boy
Now beat the pack up
We Cleveland niggas and we gonna get it
We
a ratatouille, you goofy
I can't fuck with your kind, that's unheard of
Went from copping dubs, now we whipping up them pies
I can tell you pussy by the look in
What happened to Jah’s child
Maynard James Keenan
He must be counting bodies like sheep
Outta raw dog reservoirs
By God you will not kill me in my home
was naked, she grabbed a couple leaves and
Covered herself up. God punished her for treason
He said that fruit was sacred, you didn't listen to me
Now
She made, a final wish
That made my blood run cold
Wanted to go on her own terms
Awash in love's throes
Said I'd rather die by you
In our passion so
that's like pushin' dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God, I'll go through hell
And leave the world with a story to tell, heh
Listen up I got
when the ghosts arrived brazen and bold
Spawn of their father that serpent of old
Sired and raised by the lies that he told
And our first parents took
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
King James ain't even worthy
Girl built like a stallion race in Kentucky Derby
I don't work no more retired super stupid early
Oh my God look at those
He blessed me
By sending my queen
I'm eternally
Grateful for it
And this praise here
Will show it
'Cause I just wanna
Tell you how good
God's been
He's
days later, rose Lazarus from the dead
He's the same God who controlled the nets in the sea
Capturing fish that allowed His disciples to be fed
He's
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
bought masking tape, a staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. He judged that
with a minimum of jostling he
mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic
I'm coming in smooth, rocking this hip-hop music just the way you like
Telling all
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