Search results for 'Yolk Sac Tumors'

Investments for right now
I plan for a bright future
Trying to milk the cow
Cut cancer out like a tumor

People only want benefits
So I gotta love separate
In

Copa (Cabanga)

De La Soul

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

you can bless me and my kinfolk
Rushin' up against my yolk-sac, promote that
Pimp play upon how we get it on for real

Me and you, come over, we
Do

you can bless me and my kinfolk
Rushin' up against my yolk-sac, promote that
Pimp play upon how we get it on for real

Me and you, come over, we
Do

Even The Odds

Young Thug

Double or Nothing

2017

you ain't my friend, you a tumor
Bitch, that ain't the new one, this newer
Bitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch time
Now foul lines, just

MAC on me (Strap)
And I got love for them bloods out in Sac' homie (Sac')
You pulled up clutching, know busting'll get you whacked homie
I'm just

kinfolk
Rushin up against my yolk-sac promote that
Pimp play upon how we get it on for real!

Me and you, come over, we
Do it like the cha-cha, just
Like we

computer
I whip out my dick
Then pull up on my shooter
I'll tickle your booty and
Then I get neutered
I know I'm a loser, I tickle your tumor
I'll find me

and we eat
Our yolk sac

Oh and we try
Oh we try
Oh we try
To emerge from the gravel as small fry

Can you feel it Oh oh oh oh oh 
Comin’ at ya

Now we

g’s we get gassed
I will tell you bro what my truth is
I am a nuisance to you losers
Spreading rumors you accusers
Got no humor ur presence like tumor

that
Got out did another bid
So now they trying to hold em back
That shit right there that be the wig
Locked in like a cul-de-sac
One way out and one way

back
Take it back
Take it back
Ain't no going back
End of the lane
We at the cul de sac
Tumor the brain
Chemo the chain
You a lil man
Wish u could be

To cul-de-sac when Armageddon split the fences sirens blasting bullets passing executing politicians Revolutions round the earth round the sun round the milky
All

Stroke God, Millionaire

Dance Gavin Dance

Instant Gratification

2015

share with the lesson, I'm mocking it
Letting the pear flip its shape
Top of the tumor its rumored I'm neutered
A fabulous rape in the taint

I'm in love

Dead end days, all we get is poorer
Painting ourselves into a corner
Dead end days burdened on your shoulder
That chip is growing like a tumor

""Surgical embryonic murder in the womb Termination abominates Dead--a lifeless tumor Premature suctioned through a uterine syringe  Forcible