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of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
name on the dotted line
Shit, I'm in my bag, try me
It's colostomy time
You need to transform, Optimus Prime
Cause you ain't got a dime
You still livin
though
My heads in the stars call me Pluto
Got a new flow it’s time to try it out
My dicks stiff bitch it’s time to ride it out
Misconceptions bout
It might have been the beach at Bali-Bali
Or was it by the blue Miami shore?
I don't recall your name
But won't you tell me, just the same
Where
one seems, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
Oh, Bob, bring me mints
And bring back the tropical mix
It sells for six hundred dollars
On websites I won't click
Bring back the grape
Bring back
RACE, EVERY BACKGROUND
THERE'S REST FOR THE GYPSIES, THE BIKER'S AND BROKE DOWN'S
ALL HEADING IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS BUT RIGHT NOW
WE'RE ALL
of wallets and glasses
Millions were murdered by the hand of Berlin
That's why they call it holocaust blood payment for sin
I'm running luger amok this is
me
And many I have met before
In lands across the sea
We used to speak of that ocean deep
How little words can say
It's better now to ask your
fantasy
A portrait that would never be
Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
He had it all
And she wanted it
But she could not wait for him
She wanted more
damn door
Cuzz it takes oh some time
Yeah just let it unwind
Yeah and you'll be surprised what you find in the end
Cuzz I know all these gypsies
And I
stockings hanging in the bathroom?
Not Durante
Ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo, a dink a dee
That note was given to me by Bing Crosby
And was he glad
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
like you with me
Oh, the time here together
It's like a leaf in the weather
When a breeze just blows it right on by
I got a pocket full of money
stockings hanging in the bathroom?
Not Durante
Ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo, a dink a dee
That note was given to me by Bing Crosby
And was he glad
on me
Aye and I just keep the bandz on me god damn
B.O.B. this a lifestyle we ain't playing fair
Nelo G steady throwing bandz in fuckin air
Aye aye and I
and Mercy all the time homie He never switched on me came phony change on me He been around clock nonstop rida for me taught many many thangs in the Word
you're at
Or at least it'll help you to feel it
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
My head was out the window
Janey's fingers were in the cake
I
an ass-whoopin'
So bad they should put his ass in prison
A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
Used to get bullied, so I
to do
I was there: upset and ashamed of it too
Then I saw Bob once again and he was holding a bat
He told me "What you waiting for? Go home"
And I said
boo
No boo she said not that "late" and
She'll be home by 8
Told her it ain't funny when
She fucks with me
I ain't having kids because
That shit ain't
And beat us down in the fucking parking lot! (fuck you!)
Toljest, jump steady, and nate the mack,
Tagged icp by the train tracks!
And it was on, the dawn
Come sit by the lake with me and Watch the rain make Ripple waves
Red flowers grow in the woods
Watch them grow wild and free You're tied up
really hurt,
He ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt
Me and crazy Janey was makin love in the dirt
Singin our birthday song
Janey said it
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