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sippy cup, and baby Yoda socks
Favorite books by Dr. Seuss, army guys, and tractors too
All aboard my red caboose, Christmas box choo-choo
Chugging
round here
If you fuck with us you might disappear
Pull up in a green tractor John Deer
Your bitch ass Is someone that we do not fear
Wa-wa-wa we ain't
question please.
I.B. - Ah. Wow. In your album you disrespect women by calling us hoes. Why is that?
Dres - Listen, listen, listen. Honey, ho is merely
Take a ride on big green tractor
Raise the rent as the mold grows larger
Fix the heat once Christmas is over
Six months without a shitter
Wrangle em
I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree
But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur would you take ze
Well, you've all heard the story
About Rudolph and his nose
But I'll tell you a Christmas tale
That never has been told
You may think you've
Well, you've all heard the story
About Rudolph and his nose
But I'll tell you a Christmas tale
That never has been told
You may think you've
Well, you've all heard the story
About Rudolph and his nose
But I'll tell you a Christmas tale
That never has been told
You may think you've
and almost lost too
But I was saved by Christmas spirit, and I swear that it's true
There was a different house behind
That was used for pleasure and party
It was hidden by a pine tree
That we could have lit for Christmas
Though I never
Chimney Letters (words and music by Marty Falle)
When I was a child on our Tobacco farm
I'd sit with my Mama and rest in her lovin' arms
cnd I'd
Stick my balls in the cannon and fire at every random ass liar
Who thinks this album ain’t fire
Fuck your stand in trash choir
Someone go tell the armada
facto" means
But if I sound smart, you'll get caught in my tractor beams
Got a batch of dreams I'm tryna realize swiftly
Not a one of them is gonna work
know I'm that man, on a motherfuckin' mission
Money in my hand and I spend it like it's Christmas
Workin' on the brand, cause I'm all about my business
If you made it this far on the album
I appreciate your time, I appreciate your energy
I hope you listened to these songs sincerely and felt that shit
An album by Ben Varney
June 11th
have lots of sex, sex
Oh yeah baby
Oh yeah babe
You know it
You know we're up there (I drive a tractor)
Dude white people fuckin-
(Unintelligible)
They
happy, healthy and carefree
‘80s for me
Cruisin’ in my IROC-Z
Down by the lake, it’s summer break, jumpin’ waves on my jet ski
They tell me that I’m old
Drink some of water
Tryna to be a good rapper
Pick up a piece of paper
And thingking like a writer
While using a black sweater
Wish I can buy some tractor
I'm the furthest thing from human being the universe has ever seen
My body came from outer space delivered by a tractor beam
Xenomorph acid face
I've been working on a toaster that can fry a lambchop
If I could get the wiring right
By christmas time next year I'm gonna have a patent
voodoo, [unknown]
The bright shiny ass catapults to Earth, hittin' the gas tractor
With a blast exploding earthward fear
Knowing we're not the only
like a Christmas tree
Giving all the things desired
Too bad all the gifts are defective
Glitch in the system is pulling down
All these dirty bricks,
Hey, I battle any day
And any hour, any minute, any second
And any album, any single, any record
Cause what I'm sayin is this: I rock you anytime
I make
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