Lyrics:
lunch
Still hungry my pockets is stuffed
Im havin checks by the boatload
Can't go out sad bout broke hoe
Lil pornstar bitch like to suck dick n take
I'm shutting my mouth
But I'll never despise you
I just don't like you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
We pour our souls out about
Oh yeah, as we celebrate hip hop, baby
Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid Capri
I just want to celebrate
Like my squad won the Super Bowl
I just
The Barter Hughius Greenus
With my best buddy by my side
We'd sing, sing, sing"
I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
I sleep all night and I work all day
He's
I read my article today
She said my life aren't bad but I
Need something new to change my way
Oh no I was wrong and you were right
They don't want
And my head is filled with demons, pretty soon they gon' be feeling it
I'ma let em out. I'ma send em all amok
The ruling part of me just simply doesn't
my side
Too far off the edge, I'm too far off the edge
Zoom, go by
We just tryna be alright, we just tryna live life
Oh, God, we alright, wanna
"Scalpel"
"Here"
"Sponge"
"Here"
"Wait he's convulsing!" "Ah"
"He's convulsing!"
"Oh my" "We're gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!" "We're
WALTER:
Calm yourself, young Nathan. As always, there’s a spot up here on my lap just for you. And it’s getting cold! Brrrr!
NATHAN:
Oh, boy!
UNCLE
I've had the help of loved ones and many friends who stood by me
And without their favor I would have given up a long long time ago
I remember my boyhood
the stupid things I accidently...
Accidoo!
Fell on my lunch and it went squish
Uh-oh, accidish
Oh no, lunch, squish...accidish!
Sat in the yard got attacted
my picture wit' some paint and a brush
Never listened to the haters didn't care for them much
Take your girl out and have her back by lunch
I was down
think 'bout you
I talk 'bout you to all my brothers
My whole family know you
And you have the love by my mother now baby
Tell me what it is tell me what
while I get high
Having thoughts that I might die
Oh why oh why
Must I act this way I remember Sleeping through the day
Had no idea how to pray
Living my
I'm getting cake, now your bitch gon' let me
Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts
Like 7 AM I was
move like the mob, my capo send down the orders
Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border
Place your order for cola, ain't talkin'
Searching for the right one
Baby come and hold me down
I see her when she's passing by
Let me call you my sugar pie
I'm searching, oh girl I'm
Thomas Jefferson:
Mr. Adams
Damn you, Mr. Adams
You're obnoxious and disliked
That cannot be denied
Once again you stand between me
And my lovely
and Ivory Wayans
[Chorus]
I'm just a pimp, mane, tryin to stack some Francs
So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions
Oh, you ain't knowin, what is you,
Cranston
I've been up for nights cramming in
My upward heights are not random
I started out right by a college campus
Tonight, I might smoke cannabis
Nothing
JJ Reddick
Put on my boot, I think I'm ready
Which one of you niggas? One of you get it
Keep your head up or you're beheaded, uh-oh
Fearless is my
to have Thursday's lunch,
and as I tried the apple sauce, I heard it crunch,
I'm running up the stairs with my front tooth broken,
the nurse just laughed,
visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait
Yeah, DJ Malefactor
Ren Thomas, what's up
Greyhound, look
You can catch me, at home kicking my feet up
Feel like I'm running out of time like
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