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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
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
And be the prosecutor hype man
Lift his right hand and be in there pointin'
But I got bread
I'll put money on your head
Like a hair appointment
And nah we
Mind' no more...
I stay in bed with MTV."
Then Ray took his glasses off
And I could look inside his head
Flashing like a thunderstorm
I saw a shining
someone's baby
The blind boy holds his hands up, trying to stop the kicks and blows. What has life done to kids who don't care they broke his nose?
He lies
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
The photo in which his arm slung
Around the sign to "The trail of silences" thank you
The way before he died he held
His hands open to us for coming back
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
Who came to court on a charge
That he blew someone's head off
Because his amp was too large
And the song he was singin'
Was not for love but for cash
scrolled his associations in his head as he pulled the flask from his backpack. The cork popped out with a typical squelch with his thumb, and hung
the
Hand he got to change ya transmission
Man listen, some niggas transition
I knew a cat with Parkinson's who could
Shoot a gat while his hand twitchin'
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
Bullets been knocking his head off
That nigga a pussy I shot him then sped off
He talking that shit and he wishing the death of
That nigga a turtle
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
the only one
"Pretty intense, huh?" I hear someone say
There's no reply, and I look around
A boy is standing beside me, smiling
It crinkles his freckly nose
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
Broke five ribs both hands and blew out his teeth
But the level below is where they all want his position
They all look the other way and continue with
Someone's feeding on your anger
Someone's been whispering in your ear
You've seen his face before
You've been played before
These aren't the words you
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with all my might and made a ping off his head
Since we out west, I had a little fun
And pulled his
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
reaches high with his hands in the sky
And puts his fingers right into the storm
Always one to stand under the moon
And blow on his own horn
And anyone
rosy man
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
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