Lyrics:
PRESIDENT GEORGE BUSH (was followed by "No new taxes," a promise he would not keep)
"We, the jury, in the above entitled action, find the defendant,
I come home in the evening
My aching back she'll rub
My dinner’s on the table
My water’s in the tub
Michael: I know, I got a sure thing
(Oh I know) i
I'd jump across and never get wet right there by your side I'd set
Yes indeed everything would be alright
If you would come back home to me make me
Michael Rennie was ill the day the earth stood still
But he told us where we stand
And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear
Claude Raines
stacks
Hands down, yeah, the big dawg comin' back
Think you good? Nigga, pants down, you smokin' crack
Michael Kors robe, mm-mm, nah, Michael Jackson
I'd jump across and never get wet right there by your side I'd set
Yes indeed everything would be alright
If you would come back home to me make me
Funk is my mother, George is my father
Obsessed with creating another author
Now I remember back when everything was On the One
(Nah, they couldn't
much, much too late
Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time
* original by George Michael
the train
Catch another breath
Move back to the piano and
Let the notes do what they'll do
In honor of you, George
In honor of you
Uh, hell yea man, hm
Oh fuck yeah
When I'm not at home beating my shit to death
I'm listening to The Madd Rapper's album
This is Ken Kaniff
Michael couldn't understand
Why people shook him by the hand
Then laughed at him and
Talked behind his back
Michael didn't know the rules
Abused,
they was made by Chi-Blaque
Ay contact all this contact my lungs black
I think I'm Michael fuck Freddy and Jason I'm back
Ooohhh My daughter balling like
the voices
Calling me
Home again
(Chorus--All)
Home
Oh take me home
Oh to the people
I left behind
Oh to the love
I know I'll find
Oooh take me home
(George
Where we gon' start by
Saucin', saucin', saucin' it up
To a little bit of, a little bit of
Saucin', saucin', saucin' it up
To a little bit of George
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
shoppin' poppin'
Back up on all the scene, from the George Down, PJ's, Cali or projects
And the Cabrini Greens, my niggas get wild on they ass
We like
Yo, I be getting lit listening to Sun Ra
Early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall
Steve Cole, George Cables all up in the Rhodes
See the Walt
and I marinate
I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate
And come home to find yourself starin' straight
Into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate
my eyes
If Danger wants to find me
I'll let him in, he can find me
Trouble needs a home girls
A covert abode
From Tucson to Ohio
Back through Tobacco
North, seeking middle-class prosperity
But by the summer of 1967
Much of that hope had turned to hopelessness (yo)
Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky,
was out, but now it's tucked
Know back home they proud of us right now
Bitch, I'm back and it's up, PSA (whoa, whoa)
I'm too fleek to take off all
kid some water
He bears the mark of Emperor George
By the ninth round it had turned
To a back and forth battle
He tried to pin George to the ropes
kid some water
He bears the mark of Emperor George
By the ninth round it had turned
To a back and forth battle
He tried to pin George to the ropes
the band back on the road and we
Still got a lot of wild seeds to sow
LB prayed and Michael cried it was the
First time without you by my side.
Stage goes
.jpg/230px-George_Michael_(2011).jpg "George Michael")
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