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débiles sur le système médical
je suis abonné au journal de Montréal
je suis abonné au journal
20 chanteuses à 2 balles, lancent 20 albums pareils
un homme

Handcuffed to a cup of coffee
Flies buzz to the beat of my pulse
Undress my journal entry
Born a winner
This Irish exit won't be the last I make
I'm

like Irish spring
I be chasin' after checks, I need a like man's degree
Why you niggas tryna hang? It's no more slavery

I'm gon' dog the hellcat, I got

Young man, you'd better mind how you talk to me
Haha! And who are you?

I'm a doctor from England
Where I edit a medical journal
I've visited the Home for

Smoking with my baby and she looking beautiful
If my mom find the jane imma tell her it's medical
Can't fuck with the vibe boy yo life is looking

Mary Kay Letourneau was sending
Me letters from jail every day in journals
Saying how she wanted to smother
Me in lettuce and mayo
I'm the medicine man,

kickin' it
Classics I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin'
Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish
The way

rush you to the medical
Doctor buggin' out like Flick versus Hopper
Untouchable to any window shopper, mannequin
Flow scorch the back just like it's

comin' in, you would think I'm Irish
The way that it stays doublin'
I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments
Whatever they're doin'

rush you to the medical
Doctor buggin' out like Flik versus Hopper

Untouchable to any window shopper, mannequin
Flow scorch the back just like it's

In the Scottish slums of Edinburgh lived a horrid pair
Two Irish immigrants named William Burke and William Hare
They ran a squalid boarding house

Best God in Show

NOFX

Coaster

Santa Claus and Noah's Ark
And that their god is the best
My distaste has turned into detest

Who would read a 2000
Year old medical journal

alarmed, and my soul is so dark.
I was thrown out and barred
From the Island of Alcatraz.
Did violence in Irish Pubs.
You'd never see me phone in these bars.

A Collection of Irish Songs (1831) and was published in The Edinburgh Literary Journal that year with the title "Molly Malone"
Some elements

the same 
Makings of Manhattan
For many stars 
Many cars that sentimentally getting far
On the bridge 
Like who in the fuck you think you are?
Irish

you
To the cleanest demon, disregard the greencard
Then I turn it to a Visa
Please assist the medical,
This country full of tesla cars 
Im runnin

number if you fuckin' need it
Medical journal inside my DM

In the depths of quarantine
I was reading about wet ass pussy
In the Wall Street Journal
Looking for that truth
For that kernel
An external little

I've been getting faded off the medical
And playing with conceptuals
Collecting all my rampant thoughts and making them accessible
They love it when

important to find healthy ways to express and manage these emotions, such as talking to a trusted friend or family member, writing in a journal, or engaging

gre nade
I see you heading back to base
Mid is conquered
Journal entry title for today:
Raise your dongers

Even though you scream and you blaspheme
I'm

Everyone who receives a silver medal
Has such a sour face
There’s power in a staged race
Biology betrays me
Digging through medical journals
Figuring out my

journal past the threshold of this dimension's borders
Say it's all a metaphor and play it off I'll ghostwrite my arch
Enemy's acceptance speech as long I

medical journal of a shoe factory
Creating more comfortable shoes than women
11 foot high heels, blues our June
She was standing protesting about shoes
Ha