Lyrics:
on me I don’t kill
I be countin’ the racks up
Came to your bank like a Abracadabra
Then he came out the closet like “Where’s your mother?”
Playing these
Dynamite,
Mr Data
cnd Patrick Moore on the xylophone
c millimetre taller,
c millimetre shorter,
It makes no difference to me.
I'm her father,
She's my
To my dear, dear mother
I leave my only shoes
To my dear, dear mother
I leave my only shoes
By the time you read this
I will have died
without a care.
It's skinhead Sooty with a killer xylophone,
Blood soaked bovver boots and a racist attitude.
A mean looking mother son, not afraid
off the plane
I'm aimin' my move, you know what I mean,
In order to be sacrilegious, to look like them religious jeans
Blame her mother, but don't
chill get thrown in ya collarbone
Broken nose and a collarbone, neck look like a xylophone
Sick a being bothered pussy artist you can blast off
When I
Trombones, Tuba, Timpani, Cymbal, Snare Drum, Glockenspiel, Xylophone, 8 Violins-1, 8 Violins-2, 4 Violas, 4 Violoncellos, 2 ContraBasses
Dedicated to Dr.
Trombones, Tuba, Timpani, Cymbal, Snare Drum, Glockenspiel, Xylophone, 8 Violins-1, 8 Violins-2, 4 Violas, 4 Violoncellos, 2 ContraBasses
Dedicated to Dr.
Trombones, Tuba, Timpani, Cymbal, Snare Drum, Glockenspiel, Xylophone, 8 Violins-1, 8 Violins-2, 4 Violas, 4 Violoncellos, 2 ContraBasses
Dedicated to Dr.
mark
From moon you gone down Patton Park
Fuck your drum kits, xylophone, cello
I'm a wicked clown bitch hello
Everbody come jump in our ride
Bring you
That dumb c*nt, his uneducated tone.
He tried to call me on the xylophone.
Tragically conceived with no personality.
Oh child please your life is
Probably gonna take another mother fuckin' sedative
Shorty get rid of the cocaine and the evidence
And you better know who the fuck it is
Yea Kick that bitch
The Queen she likes to congregate
The King of likes will phone Kate
The Princess wrote to Oliver
Cook me up a storm
Mother Earth is cooling down
I'm
the plane
I'm aimin' my move, you know what I mean,
In order to be sacrilegious, to look like them religious jeans
Blame her mother, but don't tell her dad
off the plane
I'm aimin' my move, you know what I mean,
In order to be sacrilegious, to look like them religious jeans
Blame her mother, but don't
Solar system on my collar bone
Diamonds ringing off like xylophone
(We are the shadows)
You got a frost bite
Well mines colder
At this height
motivation mission marvelous magnificent mothers oh how we miss them mighty meaningful women oops that's an upside down m
Again
Next time won't you sing
Just got done with a five to close, at the Rubios
Game of thrones, HBO, they get boned
I play them like a xylophone, got chains spillin'
Off of my
Bitches wanna fuck
But my dick's too big take it well
Mother fuckers wanna shake hands?
Homie, don't play yourself, uh
Clowning rappers
I been godly,
xylophone
And that's the ABC's told by me, OfficialAws10
Word to your mother
a job and get a mother fucking life
Dark light bad vibes blunts burn and stars die
Past my bed time
I see the angels cry
Dark light bad vibes blunts
neat
You lookin mad cute
What you want to do
Chill with me and make a move
Yeah girl you know I come off the mother fuckin brand new avenue
Look how I do
Igloo
J for Jam
J for Jaguar
K for Kangaroo
K for Koala
L for Ladybug
L for Lollipop
M for Mother
M for Mango
N for Noodle
N for Nuts
O for Octopus
O
holding on
I don't need a shoulder for to cry on
Plenty times I'm getting lied on
They play me for a fool ,xylophone
Trap Trap Trap falling for the trap
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