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to dance to the rolling 
Head of the adulteress 
You sing in praise of suicide 
We know you're useless 
Like cops at the scene of the crime

With your
mutilation is to gain from the system.
Turn your head away from the screen, oh people,
It will tell you nothing more.
Don't suck the milk of flaccid Bill K.
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
the door spooked like I was Wes Craven 
You need to do more deletin and less savin 
A praise in hell, raisin heaven 
Like the bill on my pager leavens
first she needed twenty bills for one last shot
Said, "Can I make you feel like a man?"
Glorianna

When the sun never rises in your dreams
And Kansas
(America, America, I shed these words for thee)
All hail Praises be to thee
Oh ye paper deity
As we hail our sacred cow
To the bankers we will
the village children had not yet heard
The baker shouted threats by canzonette
To curse the crafty bird
"You rotten wooden mixing spoon
Why, you
come and they fall
One by one
Call the preacher, the mortician
You can't stop this coalition
Its like I'm fighting against the prohibition
In
tell me, but some terrible, evil joke

sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat


There seem to me an awful lot of charltans
hear you pigeons run your mouth now
Shut the fuck up!
I'm pluggin in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked
the gammy
Jealousy be swellin' me, word
So I had to charge 'em at will
And leave a bill, like Bellamy
What are you tellin' me
Don't let me catch a felony
revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare

Now you're turned into stone,
the fuck you at? 
Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now 
Shut the fuck up!
I'm pluggin in them social skills 
That keep my total bills over
scream 
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding 
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches 
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes 
I
the fuck you at? 
Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now 
Shut the fuck up!
I'm pluggin in them social skills 
That keep my total bills over
I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't
paranoid, you know I'm burnin' those trees

Saw a lot of niggas die, some niggas survived
And those that did did it by the skin of their hide
Dodgin' that
the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn
a bill 
Now it's God will, like a ex-crack head said 
I'm like a fed, stuck in my head be the real information 
What out for Satan, waitin' for you
the country picks 

D:Martin Van Buren number eight 
For a one-term shot as chief of state 

Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise 
That guy was dead in
my sock and take the bank roll.
Oh shit you just got lit by an illegitimate kid out the orphanage run and shit.

I'm cumin with styles you can't
I'm gonna do everything that I've promised
By remaining honest and praise to my God I'll pay homage
Take my parents out the stress that they've known
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
It's like this

I got my bags packed
Backpack sittin' by the front door
Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers
The stuff that you need when you're out
scream 
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding 
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches 
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes 
I

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