Lyrics:
with your professor, the Internet is forever
Naked with an Irish setter, the Internet is forever
Smoking in your third trimester, the Internet is
ons sonskyn
Na strate waar die diere in loop en konkars vol van wyn
Hy was opsoek na alles wat die internet hom sê
Na fotos van die strande waar
Drinking back on Irish Killians
Crud Spaskinksi dot comma chameleon
I say
Crud Spaskinski Dot comma chameleon
Now the tragic life of Crud S.
Doesn't affect
times for the homies in the chow hall (Whoa)
Three times for them hoes on the internet
Shittin' on niggas when they really should get out more
Four
the green like a young nigga Irish
Big ship wraith, whole gang on the side decks
Need me some more
She want it, im copping them both
Two horses, got bitches
You actin tough now like you gangsta boi I'm into that
No confrontations or loud talkin on the internet
You think you smart well I'm a genius check
curtains open the blinds and see (open the blinds and see)
I be fresh up out the shower smelling like Irish spring (smelling like Irish)
Just came from
and start something better but now
America has become one big mall
And because of the Internet and
All of the technology we have
There's nowhere to run people
edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every
edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every
edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every
Counting pounds, counting pounds I found in town, finding penny on the floor, I'm in luck, I'm in luck like some irish
Leapcorn,unlucky door
not childish
Taylor gang we the wildest
Taking shots like I'm Irish
Going to shop for that fly shit
If it's private I'm flying it
If I like it, I'm
as the spool ran out
Curiously, the simulated address
Seemed to be delivered in the same, strange, stage-Irish accent
That Welles had possibly purloined
a verse
I said "don't put anybody else on, please"
'Cause big man ting
Nowadays is death by association
Every day I pray to the most high
Them man are
credibility
Bitch I was killing shit way before
The Internet and Pro Tools
I think it's childish
They think that Ice T and Ice Cube
Were actors that never got
Evans
Bob Evans, yeah, I got that association, Bob Evans"
I was with my friend's sister Debbie
When I was 18 in Ohio at a local thrash metal show
We
the pressure of association with an image
All these children want to be rich and famous with aimless priorities the possibilities are Endless
My limits, no
niggas
Cause that's all they care about
We got it lit like a cigarette
I ain't just hot on the internet
I don't let bitches get in all they words when we
The following Movie has been rated PG13
By The Motion Picture Association Of America
She was only 13
Looking like a fiend
Saddest shit I ever
Seen
don't apply to people like me with this red dot
That shit don't apply to me my history is criminal
Shit I wasn't there they said I'm guilty by association
butcher my bars; Billie with Hughie
But like Eddie Brock, venom consume me
When I get fed up with internet pussies
Like a new whip, I start when they push
nan) , j'crache des flammes
Pas b'soin d'Khaleesi que du khali sale
Qui transite d'ici à Sans Soucis (Nan)
D'leur association, j'me dissocie
J'suis aussi
Possessions
Wasn't Brought here from Dust
Just to
Rob my Energy
Argue Fools on the Internet
Mirror Inner wrestle a Timeless War with the healer Man
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