Lyrics:
other leg off]
BLACK KNIGHT: All right; we'll call it a draw.
ARTHUR: Come, Patsy.
BLACK KNIGHT: Oh, oh, I see, running away then. You yellow
will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' it's too
Much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
eye?
A nice looking Indian, and honey looked fly
He had to talk because he just couldn't hack it
She wore some moccasins and plus a tough leather
runnin' low on ventilators
And hospital beds
It's not a good time for you to be gettin' shot in the leg
So let that salt disappear out yo' heart,
feel my leg (my leg, I swear)
I done sniped off your ho for a crumb of bread (ho)
Got racks goin' out the roof, they bustin' through the ceilin'
metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin' off soft-ass beats them niggas rap happily
Tragically,
metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin' off soft-ass beats them niggas rap happily
Tragically,
Exxon did
Fuck around nigga mane ima be off ya crib
Sitting the middle of the flo' nigga Indian style
With 2 choppas and smile BOW!
You know me now
under your feet
Think it's a game when it ain't
I'm lettin' you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off
And get ready for your kinfolk
Your little
he can't fuck your man
I am who I am i can do what he can't
Taking bags likе the garbageman
Ride off in my car all according to plan
(Hell no)
Run off
in front of the fireplace,
and stretched out his legs to warm them.
He fell fast asleep and when he woke up his wooden feet were burned off.
Oh, how
at the gate
Stomp his chest in and put the fuckin axe through his leg
Chop his head off 'cause the livin motherfuckers never seen the dead walk
Til now,
across, look both ways
The third and the fourth
Of them nowaday ofays
Kept a dog on a wooden leg
And hustled all night in the fog on the reg
Even dressed
sticks
The scented sticks that you put on the wooden little holders
And then you light it and then it like gives off this smell
Apparently it’s native
off right there
CNN, war report, spread across New York (yo, who died?)
Guard him Indian style, knees bent, militant
Yo the world know Noreaga from
rope to tie
Demons ain't supposed to cry
Tears enough to soak the sky
Pourin out of both your eyes
Cross your legs and hope to die
sketch artist......
[Chorus]
Your mamas got a glass tittie wit a screw on nipple, whut
Whut, yo mama live in a two story Dorito bag,
She got a wooden leg wit a birdhouse
(Aye Eash, this the one right here)
Ooh, she got the whole package
She dropping down and getting active
We playing tennis, cause a racket
We off
a wooden leg.
So I brought my axe and a box full of termites,
Cuz I got your big, fat booty in my sites.
I'm not from Philly, but I fly like an Eagle,
an angel, give that bitch a nimbus
Bengal tiger biting off your fingers
How am I supposed to eat these Pringles?
Image in your head is how I want it
it'll take to keep me off the radar
If I talk to you today it's love
Might won't hear from me tomorrow
And I just got off from what I seen
So hussle use
in that little car across the wooden floor
You and Grammy always had a place for me when I came o'er
And Grandpa Rich, I'm sad you're gone, I wish it
entire earth put it off its axis
Then put it back on
Mutha fucka you word you went back on
Now you indian giver thats drawlin
Mutha fucka Im blowin smoke
Dr. Wagner Dr Wagner we need you again
They want me to work again, to cure the filth
Doctor Wagner
Shut up don't talk now's not the time for talking
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