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okay
I gotta hit the spot looking fly
I wanna watch the OG thugs roll by
Find a little venom and gettin' 'em low cut
Not too much, just enough to wake

here (So hot)
So take off all your clothes (Eh)

Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

Mix a little bit of Ah, ah
With a little bit of Ah, ah

tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka

You B!*@h, you're probably already drunk
Call me later
Dance little dance, Imma do my little dance
Imma show you how I dance
I just wanna feel my

people tell On me shh

I got a text like where you at
I'm trying to get it mary popping Trapping on the track
Mix a little bit a
With a little bit of that

that it fades
A little bit more every day
Until the day It's been replaced
By animosity
This garden sown between us
From seeds that we believed in
Too

don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
Album version continues below
Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord

disposition 
For optimism with a little cynicism 
But in the mix the matrix of my mental chemicals 
Is minimal at making sense. I mean serotonin hits 
But

version of myself

Has the future past past presently
Passing by me
All these memories tether me
To the red thread
Lost track of the the future past

be dead by morning so."
Watch me through
The rain and show
Umm
The hurricane it blows
I'm lightning in the arctic pole
I'm frigid winter blizzard cold

fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with

on the album before it dropped
I was on a roll and I couldn't be stopped
Writing these lyrics I wanted you to hear it
Because it felt like a new version of me

less noisy kill
Swing Waddy like your little bro's body
What is it looking at me through your eyeballs
Who are you

My hands are dirty I do it by myself

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

the version they wanted to see go and call me the snyder cut
I mean I just might erupt, all you dudes looking kinda sus
Got so many badges so whether these

Daddy's wine
A whole lotta game
A lotta take your time
Mix it all together
That's how you get a
A little bit of spice
A lotta sunshine
Grandmama's kiss

Stretch

50 Cent

Before I Self Destruct

2009

a cold world we're in
If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome
A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson
Yeah, me falling off is really far

the best version of me, so I push all the bad thoughts away
But, something snaps in the back of my mind, and I think about it anyway

My mind's eye is

Rag Doll

Aerosmith

Permanent Vacation

1987

little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it while it's easy
Don't mind come on up and see me
Rag

their own little
Version of me, this
Person that they want me to 
Be, and I end

Up Feeling like I'm getting
Caught in between, It's
Like I'm getting torn

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.

*
If

The little boys
The little girls
They choose a side

Oh no
Oh no

Tell me would I fit the group
Looking at the saints
Living through their frame

Intoxicated

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Chef Cocaine Cooked

2008

bank and thank 'em, hit me on the page, what

Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine

bank and thank 'em, hit me on the page, what

Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine