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Hey hey heeeey yooo
Hey hey heeeey yooo
Yo yo 
Wooh!

Ain't no idols
Ain't no idols 

We ain't got idols
I put my hand on the bible
12 come with

funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just

Of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face
My smile is a chain link fence
I dare not frown for fear of what comes out
My smile is a chain link fence

what a give away.  Did you here that, did you here
that, eh?  That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing
me, you saw it didn't you?
Scene 4

to study what is elite
Israelite last five letters end elite

It's too many idols they mess with yo mind
I'm not the one who gone give you the time
No giving

didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am

and what I'm about, I know people doubt, I know all the clout chasers running now
But by All Over The Place I was in a phase that was mentally all over

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

(now I'm out here rappin')
Worried about an attachment (worried about an attachment)

Now I give you back your strings (now I give you back your

on to the next one
Change and then I leave, now it's one to the next one
Transformation into new version Ethan B
Still a versus, idols that I worship try to worsen

Now my idols rap about the crap we smoking and vaping 
But I'm embracing
Cause I got fame and money I'm chasing
It's amazing when you gaze upon the flow

trust
Now my idols, my rival
We barely touch
Tryna get us back, too where we at
And what it was

K I S S I N G, you and me together, kissing, hugging
In

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them

a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones
I'm back bitches, the retun of your idol
F-to-the-o-x, B-double-O
Black hand keep them Lambos

a lightyear

Gone for a minute? What the
Fuck is you talking bout
I was on TBP, what you
Ain’t heard about that, nigga?
Flew to LA and back, nigga
Crowded by

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

voice," like marriage and what'll follow
Came a long way from some damage on Grand Theft Auto
To NBA Arenas and standing right by your idols
We from

18 Months Continuous Mix: Bounce/Bounce [R3hab Remix]/Feel So Close/We]

Calvin Harris

18 Months [Deluxe Edition]

2012

bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back

I can love again tonight
We bounce

with my idol
I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels
I can't put the Louis V inside

movement, Reg.
	FRANCIS
Why are you always on about women, Stan?
	STAN
... I want to be one.
	REG
... What?
	STAN
I want to be a woman.  From now on I want

casket 'cause the smoke I
Spit will give you lung damage
If you wanna come and grab what I'm grabbin'
You'll have to lift weights and wait
'Cause

Call my chain Wendy it's frosty
Tell a broke nigga get off me
Look what my idols done taught me
Hey I'm so flossy
Hey I'm so flossy
Tell a broke nigga