Lyrics:
on an everyday
Basis? That would suck
You've only got three
Tom: Hey, I gotta go pee-pee
Mark: Do you wanna go pee and I'll
Talk to the kids for a second?
Tom: Do
There might be housewives and children listening, but mostly just cornfields and cows
(So) I have a seven-second delay, a switch by my radio board
Six
however had
resisted these solicitations and was now warned of
some impending danger. He managed to make his way to
the sacred ground by cloaking his
Uh... okay...
You won't, but you should
I will next time... say hi to everybody for me, mom...
You say hello! It'll take you two seconds! They're all
shit
Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili
They be wheeling you away if you
Say it in South Philly
Look, thirty shots
I'm shootin' to peel his top
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
to go
Oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
One sweet dream
Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
Soon we'll be away from here
Donald: Yes Yes, well now the Champion,
his Caddy, and the elendent gallery make their way
to the Champion?s ball, which is unfortunately larged
next
away
He quickly turned
And managed to make his way through
While almost reaching The King too
Just to come to
Being put down on his knees
By The King's
on my Trump shit tonight, radio
Fuck you!
Yeah, I'm taking his lead i'ma just say how I
Say, I'ma just say- I'm just be Ye
And win take his lead and win
her eyes, wishing that somehow this would all go away. But when she did, she could feel his mouth begin to close around her hand, his teeth dig into her
the kings lap.
Heard by her cruel words
Dhruva looked at his father with tearful eyes
But the king did not say a word for fear of earning displeasure
mobbing with the gang
She was pregnant with no man
They were in a bad place
Before her life ran into his
Now we're looking further on
Seven years has
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
“Mary Magdalene” - by Bill Tonnis
(Verse 1)
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She listened at his feet, and like a grain of wheat,
D
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
radio, fuck you yeah
I’m taking his lead i’ma just say how I
Say, be ‘Ye, and win i’ma
Take his lead radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you! Wait a second
Aye,
7/ 10/19 - ABSOLUTE FINAL - REVISED PER POST PRODUCTION
Set: White House / Oval Office - President Roosevelt behind his desk; music plays
his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they looked around
And said fuck it
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