Lyrics:
of shit, so enjoy!
In the Fifties we lived the AmericanDream
James Dean, Foreman, Bacon Burger with cheese
In the sixties Woodstock, Mai68
The Yé Yé
bacon and eggs
Bacon and eggs, bacon and eggs
Cookin' the bacon and cracking the eggs
Toasting the bread, I serve it like (Woo!)
Hold up, Cedric James
have the headphones on
You, you
This song is called
This song is called Bacon Skin, hit me
It's dedicated to my first wife
Her name is, oh
Kafka. William Blake. Francis Bacon, John Locke, William James
Judith Butler. Voltaire, Leibniz, Carl Jung. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ
Jesus
explain but what pertains
To cocaine it a thing that rain
See summer roll around n****s all about change
Then they steady move them keys like Bob James
Porky ass niggas be smellin' like bacon
When they here my name them niggas be shakin'
Just rackin' my fetty and stackin my cake in
The hate in my
through Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, then we slid in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses,
all about change,
Then they steady move them keys like Bob James.
'Coz old man winter's arrived,
The temperature dives,
November just died,
Feelin like bad luck
I dont give a damn fuck
Its war outside
No beef is finna get past us
Use ya brain
We dont throw the white flag up
Jesse James
your cash on
Sweet cream on her body make it last long
She want a third round - she ain't that strong
Super Freak Rick James - she Love that song
up a opp boy
How much points we have the gang got
Dark in the blue then we got the red dot
Puttin’ that work, Aim like James Ward-Prowse
I’m movin’
roll around niggas holla bout change
Then they steady move them ki's like Bob James
Cause old man winter's arrived, the temperature dives
November
2.0, Jim Crow 2.0
Jim Crow 2.0
The only King James I acknowledge. Awesome are the Lakers, Kobe
Break bread with the brethren but not supply the bacon
Bitch I think I’m Jesse James
You acting like you John Wayne
Stay up in your fucking lane
Coming through like a freight train
Chain swinging like
soon fell out
Which cut our acquaintance shorter
In Sackville Street I was a pastry cook
In James' Street, a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make
In
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my
him, you next
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with
turkey bacon
Takin' my time awakin, turnin' my TV on
To my surprise, saw what everybody in the world saw
Me and my children, images were chillin'
My
a homie get you fried like bacon
Chain snatched if you want it back come take it
I be with his shorty while he's sleeping I'm dangerous
She be chilling
like the weekend
Walk inside the room got
You feeling Nike freezin
Midnight trappin and I'm hot like an oven
James Brown burner with the perm
James Bond, in the Octagon, with two razors
Bet ya'll didn't know I had a fake arm, I lost it,
Wild in war, before rap, I was gettin' it on
Choke a fat
synes det er fuldstændig til grin”
Og det er kun dem der siger salaam 'aleikum'
der ikke elsker salami & bacon
”og jeg er et svin”
Om morgenen kan man
crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in
Yeah splurge on some fits
Comfy cozy is the vibe
I'm sleeping in that whip
My baby gonna drive
She take care of me
And
Bacon egg and cheese
From Bodos
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