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I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday

nigga! Yeah

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that

of tweakers calling my
Line to find Nemo
But now they know the words
From Tahiti to Toledo
A couple washed up rappers aggy
Offended by my ego
Shit, I don't even

nostril
I got the propane chilling by the gospel
I wanna read but the shit's too hostile
1002 in Toronto was a brothel
She do what my drugs will say so
I

Every night you was so discreet
I could tell by the words you speak
No, you know you shouldn't hide no secrets
Eat away at your mental
Till the day that

where I'm supposed to be
By myself it is so lovely
Doing what I want
Sipping bubbly
Burning grapefruit kush, feeling lovely
Smoke a blunt in

I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP TO BOB CcY, I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL,

WRITTEN BY KIRKLcND BODIE,

The Old Orange Flute

Tommy Makem

Songbag

1990

In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all

or your own place
You fans online are bored by your face
You're standing by the mirror taking selfies
And your homies are getting pay increase

Eh hey Bob

Bob Crane
He was a mean old bastard
By the name of Bob Crane
He lived for the money and power
And felt no shame
Shit faced on whiskey 
He beat

Boing, Boing

RZA

The World According to RZA

2003

he makes the party Boing, Boing

Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing



[Mr. Tibbs]

I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature

'cause even

got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take

В сердце ложь
В спине нож
Ты не выкупаешь тела дрожь
(Beats by Triller)

В сердце ложь в спине нож
Ты не выкупаешь тела дрожь
В сердце ложь в спине

St. George and the Dragonet

Stan Freberg

Dr. Demento 20th Anniversary Collection: The Greatest Novelty Records of All Time

1991

the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
 Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from

fell down, held down by his injuries
Like he was held down all his life by his insecurities
So they died right next to each other
Another flower that

to life was so sick!

Hollywood hills 5pm 2015

So, that's like the main part i'mma
Use it throughout the song
But that's like the important part um 'cause

Bobby baby...

Bobby bubi...

Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...

Rob-O...

Robby, love...

Bobby, honey...

Bobby, we've been

We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed

of the 
hunters...

And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the 
accordion.

Well, that's it for the introductions.  And now, the story.

You want me to pull up?

I'll come and slide by 8PM
And send a text to your DM
Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair
Two hunnid for your fuckin'

At the limit push harder
Live it by the minute go farther
Shits a slaughter
Flow like water
Box don't exist shits broader
Got to run faster
I need

freedom 
You've robbed our kingdom 
How many more victim's 
Need to die by the gun

Give us our freedom 
You've robbed our kingdom 
Like parasites 
Like

The cookie crispy
10 pm she screaming
I'm gonna ride you all night
Please babe
Cause I like it when you cause that friction
The cookie crispy
10 pm

[Chorus: B.o.B]
My soul is getting weary, weary
And I know the ending is nearing, nearing tonight
So just say goodbye and kiss your dreams goodnight