Lyrics:
to clean this up?
I said who’s suppose to clean the shitter?
You must be buggin', I'm mad raw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
You must be
Well, Duggan was a pure-bred hill country kicker.
He loved to shoot his pistols, and he loved to drink his liquor.
His daddy had long since given
There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only
There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only
There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only
Hacksaw Jim Duggan's
That's one step to a better you
C'mon dude, I got you covered like a never-nude
I see you kissing ass, get a room
Lofty thoughts like
duggan, ferguson
The list can go on and on and on
but the point is get justice for them after listening to this song
Yh cause if mohammad ali and jinnah
epidemic Harambe energetic pre-book
Ya recook untimely when I set it
For all my Millwoods negus, negus, Eh
For all my Duggan negus, negus, Eh
For all my
stinking up the room, wanna get the shit and go
Gotta be at Duggan's soon, aye
Throw it up on the scale
Got the cash in my hand and I'm ready to bail
Look
head from the shit with my cousin
I pop that thang and I feel strange cause I really am bussing
This shit intense so I take it to the max like I'm Duggan
There was a Wild Colonial Boy
Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called Castlemain
He was his father's only
gaukur á þili
Duggan á brotsjó og Kraken í hyli
Útilegumaður hóar í gili
Kveðjurnar kaldar, splæsti ekk'í ylinn
Birta í dag, en teljum í því senn sortna
buggin')
Slam the stove like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan (like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan, ah)
Yo, the kick on the MAC like Alistair Black (brr, brr, ah)
Black got
hella red like chlorine in 'em.
I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money.
Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.
Too high to take a breath,
says shut the fuck up
Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Duggan, been thuggin'
Lovin' the way we flood jewels
I serve you through the gate
Smell the dope off in the air
Jimmy Duggan, shake and bake
Used to walk a dog with H
In and out, Empire State
'68
Swinging the wood like Jim Duggan
She still thuggin' in
We lovin' it
Miss Butter never knew about our governments (?)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, word up, you
Duggan
First nigga put you on the ropes, had you lookin' like a ghost
'Cause you in my heart but you not movin', nigga
Look, fuck is you, uh
Fuck is
neat
I think I'm Mark Duggan
Burner on the backseat
When I'm taking those trips
Feels like I chauffeured a skeng
I put pressure on the whole of your end
attempting to over stand it's basics
We dedicated to cats that's been thugging
Vinnie Paz got more hoes then Jim Duggan
Y'all been ducking for quite some time
mask off
That big mag gone blast off
Grab the Jim Duggan then we hacksaw
Gorilla built we the mega powers
Different bitch like every hour
Got an Asian
Duggan doing the same thang
But they gave kwame life
Money make the world turn
Death a make yo soul burn
A man that know something
Know he has more
to deprive us
So I ask you, please justify
Why kill a black man out of spite?
Emmet Till, Trayvon Martin
Mark Duggan was killed by a Marksman
Kill your
Duggan never did nothing
George Floyd was buying cigarettes
Michael Brown held his hands up
Trayvon was walking home
Sandra Bland had been driving in her
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