Lyrics:
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost
on the shore
No funny sun-burned nose
No little country store
I'll miss the sunny days
I'll miss the rainy days
And you, you, I'm gonna miss you, girl
could shape up, touch your barber miss
Fade you with a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake
Fuck bitches face is what I'mma do
'Cause
miss you
Cross me and I'll forgive you but these hollows gone feel you out
Pussy ass niggas wanna figure me out
This pain run deep they'll be digging you
such a treat I never saw
Oh I only hope someday to be the old man's son-in-law.
Well, Old Brown he sells from off his shelf most anything you please
of these days (I'll do it, Sophie)
You're gonna miss me, honey
And I'm talkin' about days
When you feel all blue
You're gonna miss my huggin'
You
Rockefeller and Brown
And they were dancing, dancing together
Dancing, oh so beautifully
Dancing, dancing together
Dancing, oh as if in a dream
Charles
You get money and brand new problems
I can't front 'cause nigga be ballin'
I got the bando jumpin' like Spalding
Get you hit up, get sliced
her time
Take me away to the bar room, I'll stay til I'm blind
Now I've told the lawyer that I think that the house should be mine
You take the car
love y’all fasho for ridin’ by my side (By my side)
Always kept it real, ain’t never shit to hide (Never hide)
Y’all I’ll kill, niggas lost, I cried (I
you
Get a customer, or an employee
Who thinks he's Charles
Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash
Their nose in jumps right into the floor
see me an be shocked bitch pick yo face up
If I fall off today ill bounce back before I wake up
Every L it aint a lose sometimes you gotta lose the game
I'm on lock it like a widget
I'm rocking like a fidget
Take a fidget and I spin it
I conquer it and win it
In a world full of brown cows
Bitch I'm
miss that pussy dog
Damn I miss that pussy dog
Damn I miss that pussy dog
Should of seen the bitch she 5 5
Long hair skin light brown
Pussy moist
dancing on my neck
Stare too long and I'mma leave you like Ray Charles
Man I'm feeling like Mike puffing Gurkha cigars
Sold out shows full of MILFs man I
My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's
that I'll make all these bitches frown
Too legit she been the shit you know that all that dookie brown
I feel like they Ray Charles swear that they can't
is in my mind
Do you like tonight?
Harvest Moon is rising
Charles Lindbergh at my side
We made miles by morning light
Taking back all that was ours
evident so
Keep black windows with masked niggas that never miss, boy
Charles Manson to celebrate it, somebody save us
Dr. Sebi was really curing what
"Well, actually, Dwight, I'd recommend having your mother killed by one. After that happened I developed a rather keen interest in the subject, you know?"
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
Spike
Miss Chocolate, Miss Brown, Miss Black
Miss Long Legs, hey I'm ready to wrap
Can't do that
A vision of the deep, dark soul of home
And claimin'
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