Lyrics:
I'm the shit with the paper like Charmin
See the stench when I'm talkin
Rap is the crop that I harvest
Drop medallions often
Rate so alarmin
day dreamin' of making a band
Dancin' With the Stars, American Idol
Meets the Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory
Still number one, still number
of making a band
Dancin' With the Stars, American Idol
Meets the Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory
Still number one, still number one, still number one,
Welcome to America
Home of the free
Home of the brave
Home of the American dream
A lot of us don't care
Cuz we can't see
None political tithes
But
Although he's not the slickest vulture to have ever picked a carcass
He's just the kind to catch us at our darkest
For an easy harvest
Just the kind
roast, primrose, my local velvet brew
Oak deck, bluebell, my pine spiced workshop
Bluegrass folk, marigold, my Epiphone heartstrings
In a raspberry
he is a cat but he's very very fat
he's not just a standard cat
he is a cat but he's still very fat
american calico cat
catnip is a kitty cat drug
the harvest
My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the boys clocking
Minha festa, pool party
Tipo American Pie
Na suíte em Dubai
Life Goal (4x)
Quero cash my gang
Muito cash my friends
Copo cheio de codein
Deixa tudo
Hop
Little talent, jealous for fame
Involving guns Hip Hop they degraded
An American phenomenon of corporate greed
Fake gangsters influenced by
but
Somebody will
Getting caught in a pickle that's
Somebody deal
I know im throwing away food and that's somebody meal
My plug American
I don't Know
any pavilion
And whether you're here to workshop or just to play
God's your gateway to a brighter day
For God is a brand and tonight He is here for you
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And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown,
Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe,
And you can't prove
the night came
And soon it will be dawn
Maid listen, his sweat, flesh and blood
Nourish the barren plan
His bones enrich the harvest
And his ashes
mason (Hee)
Tryin’ they hardest to forget about the bacon
Rebellion, oh
(Wasn’t that on American soil?)
For the mascots capin’ in the streets for
just to watch them grow,
You canít reap a harvest til you get em all sown.
Workin real hard behind that plow,
You know you canít keep a country boy
they're fruitless in their harvest
The dro grows from my footsteps
I'm the one that they follow
I am the one that they march with
Through the back
the stubborn crust of barnacles upon you
If you were to become a middle-American farmer
I'd read up on every vegetable and harvest them around you
Not to be
And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown,
Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe,
And you can't prove
a pyrotechnic
I will harvest you for tech tips
That is just natural selection
Linus go crazy, go hectic
Boutta get go arrested
I’m Anti-American, Where is your
He is a cat, but he's very, very fat.
He is not just a standard cat,
he is a cat, but he's still very fat.
American calico cat.
Catnip is
In the spirit my sisters like Siamese, it's no division we been here since MyScene
We got the skin look like Simon but not like American idol, like
And the well-fed masters reap the harvests
Of the polluted seeds they've sown
Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they own
And you can't prove them
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