Lyrics:
should let go
Someone call the police
Someone call the feds
Someone get the ketamine
Put his ass to bed
Someone get a life line
Get inside his head
Someone
his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his
Bangladesh, crouched
Over his MacBook, cocks his head to
The side the engineer, Cruz, who
Has been dropping ice cubes into the
Base of an enormous hookah
Puts
know that someone's gonna die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die
Tonight
They shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled
They
bobble
Head fuckin Bob Saget retarded glasses
His fucking Bob Saget fucking goggle glasses
Running his mouth like a socially awkward ass
Off brand bubble
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
a severe
Limitation to his movement
And possibly an end to his political
Career he refused, however
To give in to the fear and the
Downward pull on his
She holds out a frail old hand, says, "Please sir can you spare a dime?"
The rich man walks past her, won't even give her his time
She sits
isn’t sage enough. You must consult someone even more sager: my fahjah, or at least the man I wish was my fahjah.
UNCLE WALTER:
Dine Sore flared his
said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I
mein) go chop sticks at noodle niggas
Give them the care free
This cat act like he want beef
He prolly lose his front teeth
That might confuse you niggas
something
Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered
This is bin Laden, look at his head
you are so beautiful
I don't want to step on his toes but I think he should know
You never had someone (that's all about your needs)
You never had
said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I
I had to give these hoes
I had to give these hoes someone to love
I said I had to give these hoes
I had to give these hoes someone to love
This what
in
I'll give you a passing grade
Would that make you feel better ?
All his secrets are out, truth came out
Now someone's nervous
All his secrets are
bounce, and hopefully have them
back up into your morning dick wood while you D up...
That could be nice
You wanna head over to that frat party and start
opened up his door and popped me in the face
And blew me off the porch and cracked my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (haha)
on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore him apart
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special
on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore him apart
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special
me more, give me more)
Give me all the things you’d never give to someone else
Show me all the things you’d never show to someone else
Doing all
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You
to persuade her
To give up her goods
Said she's still waiting
Thought that he understood
Till she finds him with another chick
Getting his smash on
Back seat
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night.
It was if someone had spread butter
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