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pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

Dance Wiv Me

Dizzee Rascal

Now, Vol. 70

2008

What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You

Dance Wiv Me

Chrome

Put Your Hands Up, Vol. 4

2008

What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You

Used to long for peace & quiet
On my jack jack jones in hush hush bliss
But now I finally got my way
I'm climbing up the walls as I madly reminisce

gives me a cold shoulder and gets the middle finger “it’s over”! It’s not a thing thou cause now where just perfect strangers. 


 The Dark Lady is

a social coma
Jones and behome alone days sink how my poems I
Dig in the dirt I bring up the earth like pulley systems

Thereby painting the perfect metaphor

My Drugs And I

Woke up in some strangers home, Robert Downy, Casey Jones
Red lights flashin', wake up call, my reflection on the wall
Captain Jack

According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ

Rihanna

catch a flow
Julio Jones with and open throw
Imma score
Oh
Not one to settle
Always gettin better
Tearing beats up like they a letter
Going into a 75

know my house
We gon' celebrate all my product placements
Like this free app Yarn that lets
You read other people's text messages
Oh, and by the way, if

I try to link wit' niggas, but they act stranger (Stranger)
They gonna hear this now they gon' want bangers
But I cannot do that so give middle finger

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

Who's doing this ting
It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works
How it's so diverse
Why work when the fiends wanna by work?
I really can't stand you fake

computer rap, simulated new jacks shootin' back
Twenty two pellets as I bust your melon
Digest the print, smitten by the expedition
Almost done flexin' tryna

jack shit
Every single one of your coworkers knows that
You're a sorry excuse for an architect
Not a planner or a mathematician, a measurer or designer

snooze
Surrounded by the tools
I couldn't jack it had homework skipped school
Pass a blunt like a pencil
Getting high off the lecture
Bottle up your

Now I'm blowing up
Jack all in my cola when I'm showing up
Racks come by the dozen when I'm flowing up
I don't got no one I got a double cup (huh)
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