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wants Frank to take their load

But we had to earn our gold
We were forced into piracy
I bought an eyepatch and I wear it
I grew a beard and bought

lately
We done had Frank Rizzo with
The Lie Detector Blues
We done had the United States government
Talking ‘bout the Energy Crisis Blues
And we gonna

more like Mario
Chasing after royalty, only finding a lothario
And yet you come at Tech N9ne saying "his beard's wack" 
Man you sound like a Machine Gun

Black Ghost

Vado

Suffering From Success [Best Buy Exclusive]

2013

to read the book when the author's here
Everywhere I look feds parkin here
Empty out the clip in yo partner's beard
Why'd he get a shave? Anesthesia

grill
And not the kind you put franks on
I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home cooked
I deal wit more ho's than
A chinese phone book
You're high with your

Black Ghost

DJ Khaled

Suffering From Success [Clean]

2013

to read the book when the author's here
Everywhere I look feds parkin here
Empty out the clip in yo partner's beard
Why'd he get a shave? Anesthesia

What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?

Frank Zappa

Fillmore East: June 1971

1971

Frank Zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark Volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)

condition
Had a bass in his hands and asked, "This the audition?"
From his beard to his boots his snow coat was a blazin' red
He seemed a bit drunk, yeah he

your broke asses, even got rocks in the beards and mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain't shit changed, 'cept the number after the dot on the Range (uh-huh)

and aim
Sick of you niggas talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain
Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novacane
Sick and tired

all the way around the fuckin' world

Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass,

Q.B. Braveheart nigga...



[Verse 1]

Was classified as the bastard

That he would do anything for a beard like mine
I told him just give it time
He got mad, & frustrated
And asked me how I want I wanted to pay
I told

the more I get more hoes come heaven sent
Drank is my medicine
Franks nothing better than
Trump had shit lit
Wish he was president
I am a alien dressing real

said hold up me? Nigga get ran over
Rose up from the roaches
Now I need a crib big enough to
Fit a boat in motha fucka

Rifles out, beard like

to proceed
And now we stringing the lights up
Five hours later, we stringing the lights up
Listenin' to Bing Crosby by the fire
Frank Sinatra, Nat King

privileged to know
Why'd you have to be the first Adolescent to go?
There would have been so many less people cryin'
Had it been Rikk, Alfie, Frank, Casey,

At McDonald's with coupons to swipe up
Couldn't keep me a rack in my bank
Too preemie to mack, I pass for straight
Slap the Zay, lamp to Frank
Down bad in that

Git down
G-gi-g-git down
Git down
G-gi-g-git down
Git down
G-gi-g-git down

Stog
You know the beard stay grizzly
Wicked artillery
Rappers ain't diddily

the double headed dog somewhere in Paris
Beard of Chuck Norris still out in the forest
Same ways unscathed yeah fuck a chorus
Groupie bitch on my dick this

I'm askin 
No hands windmill 
Then freeze like wind chill 
 
Dark Sinatra Uber to the Opera 
Salt and peppered the beard I desire 
A chick by my side

When I battle, I'm frank Castle
Demolish you fucking assholes
From the Inside out
Like a young Don Brasco

Kidnap your homie in an all black Astro

you imagined
I’m pulling up wit these chains on me vvs diamonds
Vv on my teeth
Hair long
Hair blonde
Beard on fleek
They love my accent
She love how I

we keep it in the fam
Got the big head skin ,drip just like jam

Bought a water bed trynna die in the ocean
Thought i might drown, beat frank now brown

a newlywed
See me with the kufi hats, thick beards, few be dreads
Got 'em truly fed, Ye's on, shubi red
Louis spread, white bitches, quick to give this