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Each Tuesday morning, they'd all stand in line
The auction would open promptly at nine
The gavel came down on the auctioneer's block

Each Tuesday morning, they'd all stand in line
The auction would open promptly at nine
The gavel came down on the auctioneer's block

carpets nigga
Park the drop she get in
Oh he shaky he got Parkinson
Make a call they want his body it's a auction then
Cross that line nigga it's gun play

them
And my money sure solve them
Bought a new life put my old up for auction
Line 'em up
Freeze 'em out
I've been blessed
Count 'em now
I'm the best

and doors
Sell my soul on the auction line (You’re not getting any younger)
And you can knock down all the ceilings and walls
But you won’t find what you’re

the door and you smelling the fumes
I put the goat on the top shelf
I put my name on the line put my freedom for auction and made it out with the belt
They

gave to me
Taught me when a nigga talk don’t get fazed off him
I put a price on a nigga like a slave auction
I know that line fucked up, my mind fucked

Skoal: The Grundy County Spitting Incident

Cledus T. Judd

Cledus Country

1999

Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)

New Lyrics

Yeah
Take it up a notch nigga
They know I'm Sticc Talking
Moving around in this bitch have that sticc barking
Think I just might start me a Sticc Auction

She says she hate me
I just sold my (Soul)
I'm a lil' agitated
Had to jerk off in a coffin, yeah
It gets pretty spooky up at auction, yeah
I swear I

injury hooked in me anyway
I should probably be up more often
Take a look at me, this ain't no auction
Niggas on me, I'm feeling that motion
I'm getting

at auctions only call the cops with no other option Throw the system down take a new one to adopt that lines the cops and shoots em till They Drop

You say you

Making plays in the city like I'm Boston George
When the pack come in they auction for it
I'm on the block no power forward
All that bitching ain't

They've put up a little sign
An auction sale day after tomorrow
At the end of the Lincoln Line
Thirty years of farming
Thirty years of heartache
Thirty

I'm lit they call me awesome
When I'm in the crowd they got their hands up like a fucking auction
Ex bitch got me in a coffin
Pull up to the bank cause

feel my perfection
In this game of seduction
You put your heart up for auction
Baby, you hope me
Like ring of Saturn you will turn around me
Trust me
Put

Still 10 toes give a fuck about a bitch
Money on my mind ain't nobody calling quits
Niggas line up In the field I call blitz
Ha
Still 10 toes give

and narrow line that led him to this day
Now, the setting prairie sun is shining on his place

It is the last harvest, he's as proud as he can be
At this

we profit
Look like a God and I'm fresh from an auction
So fresh to death like I'm into abortions
Check out the options
All of these lines they gon

like the weed laced
Boys think they G Green Bay
Pull up on them no Inglés
I ain’t really with the talking (Talking)
Sold dope like an auction (Auction

the time
Exhibition on the go
Auction house, a circus show
I say no room for barriers
I 'm gonna jump, yeah! I am gonna cross the lines
It's the journey not

Rocks

Rod Stewart

When We Were the New Boys

1998

Bitches keep bitchin'
Clap just keep a itchin'

Ain't no use in prayin'
That's the way it's stayin', baby
Johnny ain't so crazy
He's always got a line

a bill
Gon seize it all for the blood you spill
Then auction off
Make a bill
Then send it back to the ones you killed
With your lying ass
You a ****ing

Rocks [DVD]

Rod Stewart

VH1 Storytellers

2004

got a line for the ladies

Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off, honey
Shake it out now
Get 'em off downtown
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks