Lyrics:
Chained and bound,
A thousand cocks I have known.
A reward to Gladiators, and anyone else who has the coin.
Servicing legions by the hour
My assholes
Precious precious times
Oh, Always wear eye protection when servicing tires
Tire mounting should be performed entirely by hand
Inflation should be
working alongside them
Unfortunately, there are tens of thousands of
Americans on the ground there
As well as friends and allies
Of America on the ground
The Heavy Equipment
Digging Digging In The Ground Digging
Dig Dig With My Big Arms Dig
I Am A Chunky Chunky And A Chubby Man
Oh Yeah Oh Yeah Forklift
Pile
in '06
You might like me, maybe you might spite me
Best get in line cause enough man wanna come fight me
Ten toes to the ground, I'm making sounds you
the trail of the living to the feeding ground
All are one and the pulsing of a heart keeps an eternal bound
Open your veins
Hook up the line
It’s feeding time
chances
Raised on that Martin Luther King
A nigga had a dream and a scheme
Servicing fiends if you ain't never seen the
Site of a young teen
Sprinting
I'm flourishing
My purpose in a shell
My protection is for certain, B
Pull the curtains see, my innermost I'm servicing
I won't vanish from the heat
Get
Out my house
Cock needs a servicing
Searching for mouth
Sneak like a mouse
On my way out
Stumblin down
With
My pants
To the ground
Fuck it
throat leaving you choking
So if you if wanna go ay lets go but know as I'm servicing up this notice
Bruh
You the one that chose this
Ha
Ima just bop with
Concealy, servicing,
I could stream all of One Piece just straight off my 3G
I’m on my ones, the crew you seeing in my vids are just C.G
I put on for my
I'm s'posed to till the fields without my own equipment?
How I'm s'posed to hit the ground without some gear sufficient?
The greats already at the top
on me now but don't know why
They always come around in the end
Leave the sheet they too busy grazing ground with they friends
From out the catacombs I'm
Broken down on planet 909
Underneath a purple sky
All equipment’s broken down
There’s no trace of life upon the ground
Now our ship is badly bruised
soggy but just keep slogging.
We'll soon be on dry ground."
We were, waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool said to push on.
The Sergeant
my big, my big!
Um Gonna let the hostess think I'm explodin'
Must have finally got this bird on the ground.
Girl, oh girl, if the tank's
She's got heavy equipment
She'll turn your head in an instant
She like to rock and roll all night long
She's a one woman wrecking crew
Playing
happy with my ex
Cause she treats me like I'm the best
Spent all my money on this equipment
Realized I don't know how to use it
This music shit is so
can that type of equipment survive
How comes those satellites aren't burned alive
I'm telling you man it's just a pack of lies
There ain't no orbiting
There, there, there, there,
Put aside the everyday world and come with us
Into the realm of imagination
The middle ground between light
There, there, there, there,
Put aside the everyday world and come with us
Into the realm of imagination
The middle ground between light
Such a big infatuation with my skin
Where do I fit in this skin I live in?
Isn't it weird?
Controlling such an array of equipment
When I'm
up to work a 9 to 5, not the time
Everyday I'm trying just to feel alive
Purchasing equipment never thought I'd get before
Steady flow of income but I
In hacking up ya meat
Let's talk about that!
[Brick Top from Snatch]
[Verse 3]
There's more choices to choose kid
Bury the corpse in the ground, bury
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