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By: Tim Ripper' Owens What is this I feel, is it real, is it real? It's strange, I know, somethings they must go Having the strength for change,
Ripper' Owens Feel the night, it feels like it is right In the dark, they won't put up a fight Outside the darkness is our friend And that is where you'll
Ripper' Owens The powers raging Time for the storm All feeling crazy Don't be
Ripper' Owens The time is right, for us to fight, Change the ways, of the past You should see, what is real We have been to hell and back We, we
IT'S EVERYWHERE By: Tim Ripper
By: Tim Ripper' Owens Outside their crying, someone said no The times are changing, they just want a show All they do is disagree and want it their way
Ripper' Owens Sometimes we look and we can't see, all the things we've done And all the things that we believed Our heads are down, I don't know why
Madonna Shawty got a nice ass Copped that ho a flight pass Wally the ripper I been a big tipper These Rick Owens pants She cant find the zipper I
the ripper I been a big tipper These Rick Owens pants And she can’t find the zipper I look like a star , I’m the Big Dipper These diamonds wet , yeah I’m
on the seven seize the day tripper diem's ready Jack the ripper Owens Wilson Phillips and my supper's ready Lucy in the sky with diamond Dave's not here I come
to harm opponents til they're fallin hard...Owen Hart Once we'd hear the bell go slingin elbows like a Thai fight You got ripped off and left behind right
me in my Owens 24 on the wheel Leave in my Rover Niggas scoffed at my audacity to eat off poem So now I eat whole steak and the crab cake bitch
of Steve Irwin Mixed with a little Owen Wilson And Fred Durst Bitch I won't carry a purse But I got a fanny pack On my lap that will beg to differ Got
as fuck, he got that syndrome Walk down with some Tim's on This Rick Owen, not VLone Big bro say we got a drill, went home, put my black tee on No, I don't
woah woah woah Off-White Vapormax I got hella stacks Makin hela racks I might shop at Saks hoe Chrome white rims with the tims on the feet, Hold
step on him These real Rick Owen's you rocking the Tims My hoe going do what I say like Sims Can't fall for a hoe can't be no simp Xloudboy real high
it She the boss bitch Pull up on lil Tim Get the bag at the door and let the dawgs kill him Paranoid one conversation switch the sim But my stack
the boss bitch Pull up on lil Tim Get the bag at the door and let the dawgs kill him Paranoid one conversation switch the sim But my stack ain't slim When
name tim Draco Bullet hit his face and gave him a temp And we hit shit, we don't do the attempts Did he try this shit? I can say he attempt Imma big dog,
player This all about that next chapter You already know Tim is my master High School is what really matters So this all about the next chapter I'm all
limbs I'm dunkin' like shack at the rim These Rick Owens not no Tim's My neck is flooded with Jims She all in my DMs yeah Neck to cold She a hoe She on go
R.I.P. Von , if you ain't gon' lil tim you can't come with me Why would I beef with some niggas who run from me Watch how you move in this bitch got
Uhh Yeah, yuh yuh Sexy Whaddup Tim Allen Uhh Vey Mmm I gotta lil bit of sass I can be so brash Kill myself in the bath I ain't got no cash yet
have a better matchup Battle rapping Tim Allen, kid I learned it from the best When I'm bringing the heat Ask the Dragon of the West I got it down
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