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By Michael Nesmith
My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run,
My strongest trials now have passed,
My triumph is begun.
Oh, come, angel
snow?

Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it's getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure
a pregnant dancer
she'll never dance but the baby was saved
He shot up some China White and nodded out at the wheel
and he doesn't even remember a thing
white snow? 
 
Where is Michael? 
Where is Mark? 
Where is Mathew 
Now it's getting dark? 
Where is John? They are all out back 
Under fifteen feet
snow?

Where is Michael? Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew, now it's getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
funny when I come around
A&R been tryin to figure me out for years
Tryin to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
sayin' "God DAMN" got white boys sayin' "Wow" 

The way we put it down,hum, quite impressive 

A cheese by the pound, damn so obsessive 

You niggas
on the dash 
and wheezed out, "c'mon man, make this motherfucker mash!" 
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right 
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79
since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this
since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say,
Everybody
with the Mighty Mos Def
White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe
"I didn't say it.."
But they'll say it out loud again

When they get
Ridin' on a boat with my man Michael Bolton
Jack Sparrow
Sergio
Tortuga
Hey, I've never been in a digital shorts
But these white boys are obsessed
jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)

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WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON

You scared me when I met you
The way you sparkled in the dark
I drove around for hours
But you never showed
it
I’m not fooled by your white power politic
White flower? Not none of it
I don’t sleep with the government
Just the kush, not the ye yo
'Cause
of virus hell, Dad is dead, Mom's mad as well Michael Nyman met a pieman White note music twaddle twaddle twaddle diddle Play away, play away you are out
Ego

I got one, you got one, and now we equal
Sometimes it makes you trip out on your people
Sometimes it has connotations of evil
Sometimes niggas
With yellow eyes  my green face  my pink and white afro 
I'm no toy kid  your style is made by Hasbro 
G'niff gnapp  you think you got that real
don't fear death
I'm so selfish, I bought 80 pints to drink 'em by myself
A swimming pool full of drank, I dive in like I'm Michael Phelps
Louis
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Peachy-pinky-piped nigga
Be's what it be's, little breeze by the sea az, been about that life nigga
Tits out with your wife, nigga
I'm bringing out the dyke in her