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wore riot gear and a Garcia tie
He made me pass a credit check before he let me die
Not approved
500 years fruit out of reach
Guarded by a rotten peach

nigga
We don't give
A fuck
Throw it in the
Sky watch the
Strippers pick
It up
Then repeat it
They could never
Get enough
They want

More more more more

I got them by the boatload 
And so I think that I'ma sink that
Held a lot of shit in 
Let it out on the mic like 

Enough of being tough 
It wasn't

even though sometimes it ain't enough

Its getting to big mood swings
Can't even get the type weather she is
She's getting picky when she eats
She

fling
In screeching demons, pixies, imps that eat up the entire scene
It's frightening when reason kneels to overloaded feelings
Trees uproot themselves

Not get played
She only want to ride cause I look paid 
But it’s ok it’s ok it’s ok 
Ain’t no way ain’t no way ain’t no way 
I would just let anybody

eventually it become 3D
Please do not play with me by the end it won't be GG
I'm only moving forward and ain't no losers on the CC
My bottom bitch would jack

the weasels
It's been getting a little easier to fight off the evil
In shitty situations
The matters were fecal
Shit ain't always what it seems,
Not always what

cerebral, but still won't do shit to stop Little weasels like Ben Shabibo somehow convincing people it isn't music
"...in the view of my music theorist

love with myself
Ain't no weasels in this isle go check the other shelf
I do it for entertainment you do it just to be famous
I'm making music a movement

Getting stuck in the past, not realising it's all just pictures and movies
Had enough of being trapped in this bubble, feeling like I'm in a dream
Anxiety

Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm

What Would Bob Do?

Colin Hay

Are You Lookin' at Me?

Looks like this may well be it, yeah we're goin' down
Ocean's fast approaching, and there's this screeching sound
They found that little ol' black

the trigger till my vocals hit a high note
And now they gotta let all the by gones be by gones
I grab the nylon and use it to cut my arm
And now I got like five

The battle comes.

Night fell on Hrothgar's Hall and one
by one all the warriors fell asleep.
It was a still night, and as darkness
settled, silence

the wheel but not competing
Niggas biting like they teething
That deserves a beating
It's duck hunting season
Summer time cut to the gut
It's tummy tucking

G's that put in work in the 80's and still in the mix
It's either in you or not
Your cloth got plenty in stock
The fabric Im cut from don't exist they

Another Interlude to Scrubb Huh
I did that interview for love Huh
Swept it underneath the rug Huh
Without a L Its Not A Dub Huh
You played urself not

Two Divided by Zero [DVD]

Pet Shop Boys

Life in Pop

2006

(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)

Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train
I've got enough money to pay all

And we made love in the light
True love, true love, it was better than before
But love came to a screeching halt
When his wife walked through the door

She

new world, that I can see. 

 Bigger,better. Now I am not afraid of leaving
By myself alone.
You are grabber. It doesn't matter,
'Cause I'm stronger

when I'm driving towards another rolling rumble.  Not too many blocks go by before I have to stop.  Another weasel squirms down through the aisle  This

in it cause Dutch Hip-Hop needs me
End of story

Bleep bleep be the weasel
My rhymes are so dope they actually should be illegal
Smoke so much I'm

a hair bow

They keep on starving us
Now I got a bone to pick like a paleontologist
Won't see it coming
Not making it obvious
Told me to quit, and it made