Lyrics:
fought the plaque
his best friend's a wer-rat who wears a tuxedo
he's a professor, and really neat-o
he helps the dwarf who fought the plaque
the dwarf
numbered
Where you gonna be
When it all goes down in flames
Sell out to the rats
Make 'em rich make em fat
Get a poison dwarf to watch your back
I wanna be the tallest dwarf
In the circus
Maybe then I wouldn't have to feel
So weird and nervous
And when the rat race gets you down
I will be
a couple months
You know Blow, his ass a smoker, he put 3 grams in a blunt
Got a booster, she a dwarf, I don't pay for Saint Laurent
Ain't no peace treaty
the Raincoat hangs out in a book store
He's never seen his own wife in the nude
Somebody called him depraved
But think of the money he saved
Dwarf
He just low class rat
I'm tired a rats
Trying the get in my boys pockets
I'm tired of rats
Trying ta ride round in our cars
I'm tired of rats
Rat tat tat tat 'til your ass hit the mothafuckin' floor
(Here comes the white sheet)
Rat tat tat tat 'til your ass hit the mothafuckin' floor
pets
On the internet
Saw this thing on a pet thing
Gonna need sun screen
What is that, that freaky thing?
(Yes, that's right
It's a naked mole rat
mouth out by the door
The whole town's made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam
They all become Italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth
Get
Fill your pockets up with earth,
Get yourself a dollar's worth
Away boys, away boys, heave away
The captain is a one-armed dwarf,
He's throwing
Uh, Def Jam
Uh, Ruff Ryders (the snake, the rat, the cat, the dog)
(How you gonna see 'em if you livin' in the fog)
Uh, my nigga TP, creep with me
boots flip flop flap
He's got a puppet on a string and a trick yo-yo
And a pup in his pocket called Tee Me Moe
He puts on a show everywhere he goes
at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have
from its scab crusted sores
There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks"
It's a rat trap Billy, but you're already caught
And you can make
at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have
at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have
from its scab crusted sores
There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks"
It's a rat trap Billy, but you're already caught
And you can make
Black Dwarf
Одышка
I'm smoking like
Одышка
A black dwarf
Одышка, одышка
Clip hold a dozen I just let off 6
Stick tucked in but it look like my dick
I
you got is motherfuckers who will jock you
Yeah, you got money in your pocket
And you shoot up the ground like a rocket
You move so fast, lord you can't
finger on the trigger like it's in dwarf's hands
Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can
Fall victim to the Klick Klack Klan
My
(go)
Dead, tell all my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats (what?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats
Half a million, I’mma stuff it
All the f**king jewellery like a treasury
This a bunch of rats chasing cheddar
I think I f**k the same if I met her
postal
Postpone your post put it on pause
With no controller at all
Just a nickel plated fo-fo
Pockets got a melody, carryin' notes
Without bad breath,
at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have
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