Lyrics:
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My name is Prince and I am funky
When it come to funk I am a junky
I know from righteous I know from sin
I got to sides and they both friends
By the name of Death Combo
From Tokyo Death Combo came
To claim Jim Walnut's prize
And the way Death Combo got his name
All who tried to beat him died
because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggas from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggas and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals,
years in the game
Old Sull, he had a partner and Jim Reilly was his name
They had knocked about together, Bingham, Butte, and Coeur D'Alene
And they
somebody)
My name is Prince and I am funky
When it come to funk I am a junky
I know from righteous I know from sin
I got to sides and they both friends
but I've got leavin'on my mind
from Jim Town, to Halfway, then back
across the riverside
it's not hard to build a flat,
straight road
across this
died for you and me
I met them both in Dixieland
'Cause I've got Jesus and Bocephus
They both help me to live my life
I went from Jim Beam, to my bible
horse
Well the Gulf it got a grassy bottom settin' where the rock is there
And that's where I've been goin' for the shrimpin' sailin'
'Til it's time
the aching in my head, seemed to disappear instead
If I snuck a little Jim Beam in my coffee
So I don't think that I've got a problem
I've still got
Jim Carrey, will you marry me?
Call me when you get this
I've been thinkin' a little recklessly
Checking off a hit list
Actin' like I'm
Uptown Got Its Hustlers, the Bow'ry Got Its Bums
Forty Second Street Got Big Jim Walker
He's A Pool Shootin' Son Of A Gun
Yeah He's Big & Dumb
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
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
me
For now I know that I'm to blame.
(Spoken - Jim)
Excuse me friend
For intruding this way
But there's somethng
I've just got to say.
I remember
could cause
Dementia 10-20 years from now
Where I wouldn't even
Remember my son's name so, all
This power that I've got, and
I'm taking my son to the
Sox
I'll rearrange your anatomy (bitch)
I do the 800 dash, I do the, I do the 800 dash
I do the 800 dash, run to the flag, put my name on the map
I do
Hi, my name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Hi, my name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim
stops and pops
Follicles from off of the top of your knots
And it's got your block heads popping off
Hey! my name is
Well never mind that cos I'm not
know I got no job".
She said "I tell you what honey...let's find a place to rob".
Now the man at the station's name was Jim...I saw it sewed on his
he got more than half a tank
And he said he had some questions, I tell him ask away
"My name's Jim, what's yours, where you headed?"
It's Ryder,
by name.
Pay good money to hear fire and rain again
And again and again.
Some are like summer coming back every year,
Got your baby, got your
hurricane for a fight!
I've got the guts of a god-almighty freight train
And the brains of an almanac! Oh, I'm an easy hobo
I can take a bite out of the sun
Hi, my name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Hi, my name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim
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