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as bright as all that without giving the neighbors a chance to see, don't you think? There, aren't you glad ole' Jack stopped by?”
The flames towered
about
them any more.
Oh, no! cried the father.
I cannot do that to my poor children.
But the wicked stepmother forced him to agree to the plan.
In
still dodging pigskin
Yuh
I can never front shit
Look him in his face and I can tell
He on some punk shit
Fucking on his BM
While I eat his children's
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
see (you got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (did you get the check though?)
And he's
see (you got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (did you get the check though?)
And he's
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though,
though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though,
to watch?
What about David Koresh
Jim Jones? Do you think
Entertainment inspired Kip Kinkel
Or should we blame the fact that his
Father bought him the guns he
could see thru the screen! (Somebody is watching me)
Strapped on them black Timbos, with that stupid red hat looking like I'm Chris Kringle
I'll stomp him
she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
of yourself now, Jack
It's time
No, it's not
I'll take care of him
You will?
Yes, I'll be your mother now
I don't want another mother, I want a friend,
through the wood.
Do not let it grieve you,
No one leaves for good.
You are not alone.
No one is alone.
Hold him to the light now,
Let him see the glow.
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy
nigga, you might as well kill him
Niggas rapping and stealing the flow, but nigga I invented it
You bitch want some boot, and I ain't talking about
writhing in agony, and just then Jack, Jane, and John (not me) walked by. But they didn't recognize him, so they did nothing. They could have saved him, but
a beef
and work in the ghetto like Jack Tucker work some beans
livin off a high, rollin on this ride
bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks
him in the nose and i take his fucking clothes while i leave him on the road
Uh
Im the captain feeling baddest
You take my fucking Apple Jacks
Ill pull
) (oh)
Well I still don't want to see him, I think you should see him anyway
It's about Cuba, Jack, the Russians are pouring in and it's ninety miles
to see him
You will soon be dead from fright
So sailors tell their children on a dark and stormy night
Oh forty fathoms deep he walks
With rusty keys his
Dooley Jones was doomed since the day that he was born
All because his mama was Sadie Jones
Cruel words upon him ever since he was young
You ain't
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