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The Kingston Trio

The Kingston Trio (Nick-Bob-John)

1965

Mason Williams
Them Sand Pickers:
How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand.
Pickin' in

Them Poems

The Kingston Trio

The Stewart Years

2000

Mason Williams

LUNCH TOTERS:

How about them lunch toters, ain't they a bunch? Goin' off to work a-totin' their lunch.
Totin' them vittles. Totin'

hook
Just like patrick aye
Thin as a stick
I want thick yeah uh

Mason williams
He's grindin dem millions
He fuck on yo bitch
He killin dat snitch

Edwin Othello Excell
Lowell Mason
William Cowper

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins
cnd sinners plunged beneath that

Peace to Phillip Seymore Hoffman
He remind me of my ace, named Mason Adair
Multi-talented, intelligent - I sure wish he were here
The incarnate definition

Old Dale was a country boy 
Drank moonshine from a mason jar
Loved the lord and loved his life 
Never saw him without a pocket knife
Working on a car

William:
We start that stuff that then become cool
We start them trends that then become rulez
Leavin' stickers on hat that your
Kids wear to school

The P.A.S.E.O. (The Poem Aaron Saw Extra Ordinary)

Tech N9ne

Misery Loves Kompany

2007

and sons where Tech N9ne eats
39th at the bootleg I used to find peace
But at the scottish right on lynnwood masons at times meet
I used to kick it

Built Like Me

Migos

No Label II

2014

ain't built like my nigga down the road
West side and Williams (free Willie Mack)
Like that is the moral of the story
You niggas ain't built like that

a plate out a chin...

c Jerome.. a mason .. Jim.. any person's who think they got it....  Now williams coaching them in fear I was the one who taught it...

mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I'm

Little Rascals

Shyheim

Shyheim a/k/a the Rugged Child

1994

Like Denise Williams I gots to be free
To do what I want to do. Oh Shaboo
Here come the Little Rascals

Chorus:
One little two little three little

could've after Keith
In desoto flaying meat
Caught by mom talkin
Wild rides
Williams dyin
Lungs cryin
Texas heat
Past lives
Healin shoko
Callin chubby
Lyin

the stick
Now throw your hands in the air, He's william the kid
Mistaken for a stereotype, he's flipping the script's
Maybe why he offered me white when I'm

In Europe a Freemason understands the degrees
And what it is to be a Master Mason
They know something of the African origin of civilisation

my bumper
Grind Baby Williams, bitch I’m a stoner
Piped up, might see your bitch to move corners.(?)
I make all those bitches and send up back home

wie Pharrell Williams
Schuhe Raf Simons, Tasche ist Chanel Vintage
Fieber-Traum, wach verschwitzt in meinem Bett auf
Kater, doch sie kommt und macht den

its legal
Don't let Pam know
Or She'll go William Regal
We don't want that
As a matter of fact
I'm back on the trail
Watching my back
Trying to smoke

take you Down like Chris Brown
Ow
Bet that hurt
Hand up your girl skirt
Finessea Williams out the head and The twerk
Bout to paint the town red
Come

she do what I tell her
Fell in love think somebody tripped me
Popped a bean chased with Evan Williams
Doctor said I shouldn't be living
Right foot, left