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children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday Mr President
Happy birthday to you
Thanks, Mr President
For all the things you've
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday Mr. President,
Happy Birthday to you.
Thank's Mr. President
For all the things
Hey Mr. President
Do you smell the blood
It oozes from the gutters
And turns into a flood
You taste it, you sip it
You drink it like a fish
The lives
chowder!
President’s in Dallas were killed by the howler’s,
As fowl dudes sip a sour chalice of Ellen Rimbauer!
Ya’ll shout ouch burn when I say fuck Matt
president and Mrs. Kennedy.
We can't see who has been hit if anybody's been hit, but apparently
Something is wrong here,
Something is terribly wrong. I
killed in her cell
Wish we can call her
Travon
Killed in streets
By Mr Zimmerman
All over a hood on his head
And some skittles man
Cops shot down Mike
It don't take being a resident
To realize that these presidents would make Obama sick
And he's the one responsible for blowing up Osama's crib
My
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
Bitch I'm Rick James classy women get to stripping
The minute I get up in it Mr. Ricky now a Ginuea uh
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
Bitch I'm Rick James classy women get to stripping
The minute I get up in it Mr. Ricky now a Ginuea uh
alcatraz
And sentenced with a life without rehabilitation
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statement
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you
Mr. President, after the presentation we just saw about the heat and the humidity. Is it dangerous for you to make people think they would be safe by
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
and
So I feed them,
They say keep your enemies close
So I feed them
I try to kill mine by drowning in poison
So I feed them
Fill my lungs up with smoke til
do
Mr. President how the fuck are you
People are dying but I see that your good
Your possessed by your wealth that we need in the hood
I'm like
And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statment
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama,
president Barack Obama, Righ
After you catch Osama, tell Mr waso
Please let oprah know that I won't
Ever stop sayin bitch and hoe
I’m from the westside I
you now?
Will good over come evil the way that you tell?
Oh! Mr. Disney where have you gone?
Mickey's being threatened by a neutron bomb
Oh! Mr. Disney
and never will
But I will fight for freedom
Though the battle be uphill
And I don't fight for conquerors
Even if they're presidents
They try to buy me with
"The matter for urgent discussion
Shall if possible be referred to the President of the Senate
Before commencement of the day sitting
the motherfuckin' ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin' niggas
Can't you hear the voice of the niggas comin' at cha?
Fuck you mr. president
Heil my friend Mr. President
Mr. President
And I would put it into Putin
To put more purpose into a Louboutin
Expensive shoes they mean expensive
from your kids
Lack of father figure
O Mr president l just figured
How about we start by confiscating all the firearms
Add more repercussion to our
Heil my friend Mr. President
Mr. President
And I would put it into Putin
To put more purpose into a Louboutin
Expensive shoes they mean expensive
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