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white T
Fabo off the beans you can do it like me
The Glock A Town stomp on the beat
I A Town stomp on a key

Real magician turn one to a three
If you ever

, it ain't no sunshine
It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that

[Busta Rhymes]
Hey YOU - don't you dare give me

the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we

wearin nothin besides some white gold
Tell em wait by the jet, cause traffic drive me psycho 

Bitch I want it all, I want it all
I want it all and nothing

The Jack Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

me an African Sambo
But after this, "American Psycho"
And I'll smoke any skinhead racist
With the black glock that's in my fist
And the morgue'll

The Jack Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

Callin' me an African Sambo
But after this, "American Psycho"
And I'll smoke any skinhead racist
With the black glock that's in my fist

'Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo

wine 

Jack Daniels, amarula, Johnny walker, Black Label,
Vodka, gin tonic, rum, zombie, sex on beach,
Beer no fear, champaign, red and white wine
these

I’m all in your mix ooh
I gotta admit it I’m hard as a brick,
Not talking that white,
I’m right on the way
Your right on my waist
Just give me a taste

beat man its got me feeling psycho
Sayin you can check me, bruh thats gotta be a typo
And 1 at the 3, walk up slow and hit the free throw
Shorty got

with the Byrdgang know I Fly High
At your girl spot yeah she told me stop by
Already got it I don’t need the Wi-Fi

I already got it don't need the Wi-Fi

A GOURD IS BEST
BUT IF I GOTTA BREAK IT TO YOU,
BREAK IT OVER YOUR HEAD
MY BROTHERS ARE FLED
THE REST, APPROPRIATED OR DEAD
GO SUCK YOUR TOOTH

right their catch me
cunts I run with, hypo dumb shits, 
pyros ruff kids, psychos fuck wits, 
absolute nutters, bugging in the gutters
double crossing

Mind Goes Mad

Twiztid

Darkness [LP]

2015

patron and a big head full of vicodin
I got a fight within myself
And I know I gotta look beyond gettin' help
Ain't nobody looking to give it to me

WOMBAT is a black sheep
Couldn't give a fuck if I crash
Laidback in the back seat
Think you lads couldn't match me
Not by the gaps in my cracked teeth
Spaz

speaking black magic
Floor turns to ashes
Screams reach a fever pitch
Eyes signify that it's time to
Let the demons in
Peering through the darkness with

need no oven
My dope-heads they need that
Audiopium, audio
Audiopium, audio

Yeah, I'm about to cop some more, it's on me
Got the guap from tour

at the Ritz
Buy the whole bottle to pour on her tits (Pops Bottle)
Count up the money pretend that it's hers
My bitch black and white like she play for

the-the-the O, the P the E
Riding clean, the G the L, it's 63
Ooh-wee, see chicken heads, they fiend for me
Yung north S-I-D-E, W-E-T bitch

Yeah

Feeling the planets align
Loving the wonderful vibes

Damn, the day's getting hotter
How 'bout we cool it down and kiki right by the water?
Chill al fresco

I need to go make me a M, i'm balling in white. I feel like Yo-Gotti
I told 'em to beam me a pint you know that my best friend name is scotty
Double

to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with

a deep end with sharks and Puranas
You jump in you better have a Scuba suit
5.56s Knock guts out a great White
What you think it would do to You
Same-way