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ketchup
If you step up better have some shit to
Say say say, to
Me don't waste my time it isn't real in the first
Place, fool
I like hairy bitches
I
Everybody! A hairy ass!

When a girl is lying in a dark room
Her brand new lover's naked in her bed
She runs her fingers down his body
And lets out a scream
They're mowing me down yes they're mowing me down
They're mowing me down like grass
They're mowing me down with a highway stampede
They're mowing me
to Barbados on a speed boat
Half naked these hoes
Always getting at me
Cuz my chest hairy like I'm Zangief
Top shelf smoking and you can't reach
Top down
licensing, illing, hairy penis spraying Huh (Huh)
It's that one whose mother gave him
Truck full vaseline
Taping it, naming it those days, know say
Clarence
a different habitat
Just to cut my grass the landscaper
Make a half a stack
I'm the truth and you a lie, commit suicide
Just dose off in a coffin
And take
ravage, licensing, illing, hairy penis spraying Huh (Huh)
It’s that one whose mother gave him, truck full vaseline
Taping it, naming it those days, know say
U take advantage of your day to day 

Homies after homie starts to fade away

You only live once so why play it safe 

Death knocking  middle finger
Grass only grows in your fingers
The grass only grows in your hair
The grass only grows from your fingers
The grass only grows when it grows in your
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is
of the day

He led her to the car park, that big hairy man
And to teach her his technique he promptly began
He showed her where to push-and-tug, to finger
Bud smoke is like a killer
Keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up
With that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like
shoulders and your collar
I lean your head upon a pillow made of leaves and straw
Night of the Long Grass
Night of the Long Grass

The night was warm
a start

And I'm growing up so fast
Just gotta stay on this path
Middle finger's up when they laugh
Reflecting on the past
Got the keys, I'm ready to go
favourite tune
And it goes something like this

I ain't never had sex, man
Ain't seen no hairy fan
I've never been in love and no-one has ever loved me
Ain't
eats every chicken breast
Osmosis leads him in
And he just does the rest
Got great big stubby fingers, never seen him use a fork
That big hairy fat kid
a hairy ass
I ain't really fuckin' with that shit
You better cut the grass
But I'm sippin' on that Henny
Type of shit to make you crash
Yeah, do you wanna
on the grass
Tie him up to the flagpole
When I press my teeth through his ear
And feel relief from my black soul

I wake up from my xtc
And find that the poodle
I guess the grass ain’t greener on the other side
I guess the grass ain’t greener on the other side
I hate the letters that you wrote they really
get down on your knees
We're hairy and horny and ready to shack
We don't care if you're yellow or black
Just take off your clothes and lie down
backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
Come here, slut, "Shady, wait
backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
Come here, slut, "Shady, wait
Ay, yeah yeah
Uh, ay Ima tell you like a 'G' told me
Keep ya grass cut
What?
Real low, it's T'so

They waitin' on me to lose
I got the tea
body washed up
Trigger finger feel an itch
Wanted poster marked up
On the contrary
Nothing I find scary
Lookin for excuses when the situation
Gettin

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