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Confederate Flag

Insane Clown Posse

The Marvelous Missing Link (Lost)

2015

It was tim the baker and [?]
They all pussies, threw off there hoods and cried please
But they were devils, so I capped there knees

I say fuck

eighties
Originators since suede timbs and windbreakers
Been getting paper like Rick Baker and Tim Draper
So quit playing like Kid N. Play and Bill Mayer

They hating me because the cadency
Got no latency
Style clean like Twan's tre flip in baker 3
(Baker baker baker)
Spittin' filthy though
My city know

footprints next to the fan
And at the window there's a figure
Of a tall thin man
So I grabbed my crappy little
Torch and I ran!

Someone call Tim Burton 'cus

and as spice
Til a baker came along turned us into something nice
We had our own thoughts and our hopes and our dreams
But a life at Tim Horton's is not what it

on this town, spare me the truth don't let us down

By bakers blvd. It was hot outside again
A few kids were in the water so we all jumped in
Floated

Ya no good for me
Ya no good for me 

I baged your bitch at the function
She know that my dough nuts like dunkin
Im flyin spur thats tim duncan 
I

Harper Valley P.T.A.

Ben Colder

Eskimos, Mean Old Queens and Little Bitty Steers

2002

and seven tims he's asked me for a date.
And Mrs. Taylor seems to use a lotta ice, whenever he's away.
And Mr. Baker can you tell us why your secretary had

Goin' Out

The Planet Smashers

No Self Control

2001

on this town, spare me the truth don't let us down

By bakers blvd. It was hot outside again
A few kids were in the water so we all jumped in
Floated

aiNT aN aRTiST BuT i DRaW GuNZ
i aiNT a BaKeR BuT i SQueeZe BuNZ
BuT iM uNiQue 

u SeD uD KiLL Me BuT iM aLiVe
SiTTiN eRE RePPiN So15
BuT iM uNiQue

Havana Syndrome

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

struggle
Just a different state
Honestly it broke my heart
Till a man with man bun
Caught me off guard
He said
My name is Tim
I'm from YWAM Kona
Tonight is

And I don’t chase clout I chase goals/
And dawg I don’t imitate flows/
Baker In my mind tryna generate dough/
I got my shit jamming like the interstates

that bag, get that dough, get that bread, got me feelin' like a baker (Gang) (Gang) (Gang) (Gang)
Yeah, had to drop alot
To get to my spot (Yeah)

She want me to be her savior
No, I cannot do no favors
Getting baked I ain't a baker
Do it now, I'll do it later
Rolling up like I'm a skater
But my

different lol)
Yo mtv had rapping at the set
Rap city gave me triple threat 
90s was full of big guys and phat gals
Shameka baker was my pen pal (ahhh)

showing off like a striptease
She done showed it all like a striptease
I seen her soon as she walked in
In a sweater, tight jeans, and some tims
Looking

these niggas at the top ain't gonna wanna evict 
Shaking niggas with the dribble like Tim Hardaway 
For the game, will I fail? Man dawg it's hard to say

Owen is a chef
Easy to put you in your tiny little pen
Carmen is a driver, Walter is a nurse
And I know this how? The colors are telling me now
Tim is

have a mate named Tim
He lives for the weekend
Tows his boat and his missus
Down to the river bend

Hey Red, this song's about Geoff's, mate
Righto,