Lyrics:
Bob, Jesus brother Bob
A nobody relative of the son of god
If only I'd been born, just a little sooner
I'd be more than the brother of god jr.
"No comprendo."
Bob: "No comprendo? I'll show you 'No comprendo'!"
Jr.: "Mom! Dad! Look over here! Get a picture of me next to the cucumber
in authentic
see my pistol lettin it go
I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come
couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon' do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come with it, awww shit it
Now
get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong what a hefty sum
Youngest veteran intercept di run
Artist a carry feelings and tears a run
Say you know, say
Sempre com várias mulher do meu lado, eu pareço o Ronaldinho Gaúcho
Preto fazendo dinheiro, no topo, mano, tipo Vinícius Jr.
Meu bonde passando de nave
at kerrang, bob guccione jr. at spin
What you pissed off 'cause your dad gets more pussy than you?
Fuck you! suck my fuckin' dick!
You be rippin' off
Germany Bobby Sparks II Jonathan Dubose, Jr. Chad and Chay Wright at Mousetrap Studios: Granda Hills, CA (percussion) and Mason McCall at Collora Piano
Williams Sr., Hank the third and his dad
Hank Williams Jr. I mean he's bad
Willie Nelson, Waylon too
I like newgrass, bluegrass, and Emmylou
I like Pete
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
hans. Et par
stormfulle år senere reiser Norma videre, og Robert jr. blir plassert på vernehjemmet
Ruppen i Gamlebyen. Ved en snodig tilfeldighet vokser
Grandma was baking all night long
Until she died from nothing at all
The Bob man raised his axe
The bear fired right back
The bitch of a bear was so cruel
hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talking bout the cuffs did it
He ran away, fronting majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr.
Rounded off with
shape-shifting alien reptiles
And have infiltrated the Bush family, Margaret Thatcher
Bob Hope, and the British royals, among others
JFK Jr. is alive and well
Rap bot.
Robo-cop, get chopped at. the Chop shop.
I'm the Wicked JR.
Of the Duke. Of the Wicked.
I'm your addiction to your Nuke!
Your Rap Cherry. God
Carl's Jr. and Hardees
She looking like Michael Jackson, iCarly
Empathetic, but you know I ain't sorry
Could be rapping bout a Benz or a Rarri
But honestly
Carl's Jr. & Hardees,
She looking like Michael Jackson, iCarly
Empathetic, but you know I ain't sorry
Could be rapping bout a Benz or a Rarri
But honestly
I was born the son of a
Bush drinking, deck building
Son of a gun
Guitar picking, hell raising
Hank WiIliams Jr. on the
Stereo playing
Last
Mike McCaw
A.k.a. Buddy Wrench a.k.a. Bob Loblaw (Not blah blah blah)
A.k.a. Rob Raw
Number twenty-two like I'm Rod Higgins Jr.
Ay yo, girl in the motor
Just Five Minutes
Bob Jr.
Verse 1:
Sitting here thinking about you
Wondering if you’re
SHOW ME HOW TO LOVE
Bob Walker Jr.
Sittin' here all alone watchin' the world go by
Sittin' here wonderin' if there's anything I can do
There's
Holdin’ On
Bob Jr.
Verse 1:
Forbidden dreams are locked up tight in my mind
Trying to catch up but I just keep falling
Just A Matter of Time
Bob Jr.
Verse 1:
Well I’m sitting here all alone watching the sunset
Thinking’
So we all stand tall
If I could write words like Martin Luther King Jr. or Buffy Saint Marie
I'd write about all the needless suffering
Senseless
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