Lyrics:
a case he turned around and hit a lick It would be yo best decision to turn around and don't say shit Only money on my mind spitball we get em flicked
the song stops I'm over getting lost in the shortcuts It's been a long road hard walk Dirty hotels and empty lots Spitballs and lemon talks Bartenders
a kitchen Lives like a life A wisp of steam, a queen, a pawn That you can't put your finger on A battle pitched with spitball swords You win, but then you
to blow spitballs in the audience like a pea-shooter But, to her surprise Her straw suddenly turns into a musical instrument that can imitate any player
talk to Pitfall) You're so annoying, a fucking pinball I'm gonna throw you, splat like a spitball (Like a spitball) I'm getting weird looks, now I'm
the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off Rage is knockin' lips off, travellin' like a spitball, I hit y'all Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle With
Vibes man in the alley Play me your spitball serenade And a deeper blue and you'll Be playing in your grave Save your notes, spend them on your blues
moons revolve around, around, around... [Chorus] Well these lovely little snowflakes are everywhere They're the spitballs that you blow in my
one out and Last one on the corner 'Cause life is a hustle Any day you be a goner P89 Ruger with the silencer Let off a clip it sound Like spitballs
starting trouble, throwin spitballs (Yeah he's a hardcore problem, uhh... detention!) [Busta Rhymes] YO!! Wake up in the morning to a big fat WOW!
feel so serene (The hostess for the Show and Tell, the shepherdess of the muscatel flock) Lunch-box, hopsctoch on the rocks With spitballs
the batter's box ready for combat (what?) But when you step up to the plate better bring it fatI throw spitballs and sliders, and hit
the batter's box ready for combat (what?) But when you step up to the plate better bring it fatI throw spitballs and sliders, and hit
ta' avoid the pitfall Or else get hit in the eye With a old dry spitball You must be crazy out ya mind Even on the days he feel lazy he shout rhymes No
a spitball carry As it fly through the air like Pitfall Harry Shit y'all fairies take a loss like Slobodan This goes out to man, woman And child from Robotron
the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off Rage is knockin' lips off, travellin' like a spitball, I hit y'all Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle With
nice, i float in space wild Dr. smith, i'm dope, yo watch sparky lyle As i throwback a spitball, my slider and check back The stadium's packed rope,
From spit-balls, nails, and hair, and used condoms Floating down the ship canal Until I realise they are in my bed as well Articulation: the state
got money in the bank I be leavin' out the place My car gettin' chased They like "Wait! Wait!" Paper hard and I blow it like a spitball Head tall, only
a building, a window made of bottle glass A spitball on fire, a siren to slow down head traffic and echo on through the streets The blood was red tape, shit
spitball our dreams and desires And laugh as we counted the bridge lights Never noticing the tide coming in greasy and dark O mother, my heart’s swollen with
an ass Throwing spitballs at the pretty girls you know (Like Brittany) You don't wanna be that guy (No no) Makin all the pretty girls cry (Wah wah) Deep
and dip off? Right into the bent claws and dripping jaws Of the same forces who we fence off We too far to just spitball We glitched through the wall It's
I can't be far behind from what I'm shooting for Sending all these spitballs out will only help me score I mean I'm bound to some day find love
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