Lyrics:
Sold
Your number, sir? Thank you
Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mâché musical box
In the shape of a barrel-organ
Attached, the figure
Sold, your number, sir? Thank you
Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen
A papier-mâché musical box in the shape of a barrel-organ
Attached, the figure
musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ.
Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals.
This item, discovered in the vaults
Sold, your number, sir? Thank you
Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen
A papier-mâché musical box in the shape of a barrel-organ
Attached, the figure
and gentlemen: a papier-mache musical box,
in the shape of a barrel-organ.
Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals.
This item,
Come on and love me now
I here sounds of lovers
Barrel organs, mothers
I would like to take you
Down there
Just to make you mine
In
know
'Cause you will never show
Come on and love me now
Come on and love me now
Come on and love me now
I hear sounds of lovers
Barrel organs
know
'Cause you will never show
Come on and love me now
Come on and love me now
Come on and love me now
I hear sounds of lovers
Barrel organs
on and love me now
I hear sounds of lovers
Barrel organs, mothers
I would like to take you
Down there
Just to make you mine
In a merry-go-round
I will never
me now
I here sounds of lovers
Barrel organs, mothers
I would like to take you
Down there
Just to make you mine
In a merry-go-round
will never know
'Cause you will never show
Come on and love me now
Come on and love me now
Come on and love me now
I here sounds of lovers
Barrel
and all of a sudden
the lights were turned down
fell asleep in the hay, dressed in a gown
notes of barrel organs
barely crossed my mind
they put me in
mouth chewing cunt organ tissue.
Sexual organs severed from bites.
Between your legs, a tattered mass.
Barrel penetrate, load dead fornicate, gun
will see FN Five-Seven
Barrel smoking
I will keep going
I will keep going
Barrel smoking
I will keep going
Barrel smoking
I will keep going
Barrel
down opps, put my hand on the Bible
Hand on the bible, man had the scope on top of the sniper rifle
Samurai sword called "Eiffel"
Ask him the organ I
Speak to the organ
Grinda not the monkey
Dem likkle niggas organised they not gon' sub-keep
Lets say he give you one for nothin' kinda country
So
glued the puzzle
I'ma one five nigga but my clip hold double
How you livin' by the steel and yo barrel rusty
How you gon' protect yourself when these
I call my cousin darrell In this bitch
Bullets flyin out the barrel in this bitch
All my shooters shooters they don’t miss
You think I won’t I’m will
I go commando, no fruit of the loom
Skin got no color when we in a tomb
Pushing up daisies so flowers could bloom
Barrel extendo, the mission a zoom
We gonna blow your face up like a candle
Take a step into my Rotten Castle
Gasoline sunk in our barrels
Take a shot into my Rotten Castle
Your gonna
swordfightin'
I'm slicin' organs with songwritin', I dwarf giants
I hope I'm rubbin' you pussies wrong sort of like poor dykin'
I smoke philosophy, I snort
the microphone
Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out
Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am hot
Police cars with they sirens come by
speaking clout or reroute
And keep your heaters out the pouch
Once you see what we're about no doubt
The organs make a nigga feel it in his organ
Honor
I put the barrel to yo fuckin dome
If you don't leave me lone
I won't let you go home
Talk all your shit til my knife get involved
Put the blade
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