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lips up You swallow them teeth when I do And me and my boys'll run a train on your Thelma Lou Then break her fuckin back Goddamn biggots ain't all that
when I walk, Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk, My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh, Me and my axe cut biggots spinal cords
Syllable practice is never a chore, never a bore Immature literature litters the floor I figured you for a biggot before But don't be bitter and sore
At least you was invited by the biggots The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket To the phoney ass ceremony Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony Cause when it comes
To send these redneck biggots some death in a bag Choke him out with his confederate flag I know these devils are mad Little rap fans that live way out in
the farms lands as a duke of the wicked Always shootin the biggots and bootin the chickens Askin me the wrong question also triggers my disease They will find
Let you drop and invite the crew To kick you face in two, oh Racist biggot you dirty demon Dig your eyes out while your screamin' Drive your head
Despicable acts by the self-praising biggots Without a shred of sympathy The black-winged crows observe the construction Of your own demise
your clouds you a biggot identity Rain from a mouth wit little humanity Reversing my hollow in need of humanity Stick up the passion Life is like bastion
march 2 by 2, with you at my side The revolution's been televised, biggots are going blind The crickets are going wild When you making your speech in
Fucka opp en gang, eg e en troublemaker Kunne vært så jævlig mye værre Se det store bildet jævla biggots Vi lev førr å dø, og det e bære En del av
You're the fucking biggot as a matter of fact I don't give a fuck if we can't play your shows Try explaining yourself, you never come to us, I know 'Cause
i'm in love with my wife double beds the lemon heads scrambled eggs and life let's make it open season and all the rasists and the biggots and their
Hold you down to the moon light Smoke all night till the sun light Fuck you all night till the sun rises My room big got a bed for two I'm a hood ass
Sleep tight darlin' the biggots need to run It doesn't matter anyway tomorrow they're all gone don't give a thought about the things they said on cnn
testosterone, my clit would grow so long I’d use it to slap biggots in the face It goes round round round in my head What a hard choice to make for just this
to blame It feels better to say What's on the tip of my tongue A fucking biggot You won't admit to the normal you've created for some I'm more than just
sensation I’ll admit it cause I was floored when u hit the big biggot From behind even that was really wicked But I saw u see the big guy the surprize in ur
A biggot you become Their control over us you are proving Funeral Pyre Stack it higher Everyone dreams they're the martyr Your lack of God Makes me the liar
just Lick up on my ball biggot or get jiggy With my sauce where the sharks living From the ashes in the dark risen Up in the comments they're funny Ain't
the fuckin' satalite dishes Get it, get it, get it Now get it, you got Won't ever stop till I'm big As a Biggie and Pac Biggots rott, like wood When it's dead,
like I am the biggest biggot of society And even these words, as they come out of mouth Make me think that I'm stupid for always talking so loud All
out to those who look like me If you're a biggot, fuck you bigly
biggots wish for but won't ever have No chance They are the Ones who bring life to us Fucking Family How could you betray them What money tied with your
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