Lyrics:
Just got in from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
The ladies shout as I go by
Donald where's your troosers?
Let the winds blow
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
the same
You creeping' tween the sheets, you gotta be more discreet
In the streets like Lawrence, make sure ya Covers Deep
These phones is smarter than you
deliverance
Analysist and lycrisist take refudge and just listen in
(Donald)
Death by own admission ain't accountable for those who listen
Or those who can
the air and wave 'em like you just don't care
Throw ya hands in the air and wave 'em like you just don't care
I got some funk in my pocket for the true
your boo
Baby wish me well
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It's all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give 'em hell, and you know that I
Word is bond, we got it goin on
C'mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
In the air, in the air
It's like
Everything gotta be perfect, nigga
2025, shit
Bitch-ass, nigga
Left y'all in the past
Presidential shit like Donald Trump
Just look how I done got my
by fans
But we'll take the White House keys, and lock the castle doors
And the country won't have to worry about Donald no more
Of course over time,
Anyone anoyed by the noise and the nonsens kicking back with no consent?
Or is
Everyone just dumb
Just a cunt and will never do a stunt
Cause anyone can
on daily like spartan
She binge watch me like martin
Martin like lawrence bitch
Y'all niggas sleeping y'all snoring bitch
I Fuck that bitch and record that
around
Heard of her
Lil bitch named Cee Cee
But when she give her info
She go by lakey key
Quit playing hoe
The city know you like dashiki
Suck dick good
Why do we get judged by the color of our skin
Black, White, and Brown, but we All American
They want us divided that's the
Only way they win i just
that
I better use some tic-tacs just in case I start kissing her
Dude I'm automatically attracted to beautiful, I just start kissing them
It's like
play
Every secret you tell me I weaponize and air it out just to slander your name
I don't wish good on you
I don't wish good on you (facts)
I don't wish
Yeah homie yeah i got to tell you mane! who said that hiphop can never be holy
Its holy hiphop mane! Young Donald listen boy
Who said that
experiments goin well
Professor not so much, so i'm teachin myself to excel
You see i'm ABD, and thats all but dissertation
But by fall graduation ill feel like
was just like a brother, just a bit older
And he used to pray
Then a white haired man took me by the hand
To a broken musk, where he laid
He was
Yo it's money time
Yeah
Yes sir
Oh, oh whoa, oh yeah
Hey hey
I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit no more
I'm talking Donald Trump
Yeah [x4]
(P. Diddy)
This Bad Boy baby
N.E., 2004
Bad Boy now
The name's DeVoe
A.K.A. Blake, oh
Make young lady's rump shake
I bake Donald Trump
of your hand
But you never come around, you just sit and look down
Donald and Gerry were never good
Lost in the wilderness, out in the wood
Just like
roll back in his skull
His back starts to, look like the McDonald's Arches
He's on Donald's carpet, layin' horizontal barfin'
And everyone in
roll back in his skull
His back starts to, look like the McDonald's Arches
He's on Donald's carpet, layin' horizontal barfin'
And everyone in
in his eyes like I know
Lil bro gon' ride for me
Just talked to Bibby Osama he said
"Sonny" he gon' die for me
Lil K just hit my line sayin' "Don't
Let
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