Lyrics:
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
[Busta Rhymes]
Why'know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said,
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto."
But
my type
She my pineapple delight
In Rhode Island for the hype
She gone fly like a kite
This that strawberry and ice and do she got it by the night
She
Jimbo, boy, you're a croc of shit,
You're a boozed, selfish thug;
Why don't you give your mouth a go
And in the other hole put a plug?
By Christ
have you have given me by your Grace
I love you I love you my God
Serving you is my delight
Jehovah you are Mighty God king of Glory you Reign
Papa
the names
Play Etta James, too, play "I'd Rather Go Blind"
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker, play "Scratch My Back"
Play
Sippin' on the scotch
Stripper on my crotch like I'm James Gandolfini
I got nothing to prove
I'm already a vet
Quick witted
Kicks sicker than Benny the Jet
Which, for some reason, made me think of a live show I'd seen
Jim Morrison at the Hollywood Bowl, 1968, check date
The blue trellis lights gave him
I admire your courage, Miss, uh..
Trench
Sylvia Trench
I admire your luck, Mr..
Bond
James Bond
The Pebbles motherfucka.
James Bond
James Bond
James
Wearing war paint to my Delight
It's because everything Hidden by darkness will Come to light
pass
But, I'm faded and I got a little sedated
I can't believe we made it, every night we celebrate it
I live like Jim Morrison, no telling where I'll
Need euros Ginobli, more rings like im Kobe
They want the shine but i grind by my lonely
Fuck all the oppers now act like they know me
Im fuckin they
touched by anyone
Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it's a bargain
Lick from her lips
James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December
James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December
exemplified by such figures
As James Baldwin, Malcolm X
And Muhammad Ali but the racism
Of the times constricted
Their ability to give full
Rein to this spirit
She made, a final wish
That made my blood run cold
Wanted to go on her own terms
Awash in love's throes
Said I'd rather die by you
In our passion so
Dateline the early 1970's
Now world famous rock quartet
The Doors, lead singer James Morrison
Has recently died
While down but certainly not out
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
an honor is to serve and be served by Him
I follow the still soft voice of Jesus Christ in my mind
The still soft voice of Perfect Love
The still soft voice
home and spend Christmas with my friend James
You see, my friend James he wants to marry me
He said he'd take me round the world sea by shining sea
We'd
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-see's
Type of rap bitch that love
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