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gripped by the hell that's
slipped to splinters and
got Shiving up the mass of natives and it's league marvels
One component's sure to shock a mass burial,

Movin in Your Chucks

Too Short

Full Circle

2006

Mov-mov-movin' in your Chucks

We come through extra whylin'
Y'all love it, who don't like sex and violence?
She got a camera phone, send

Oxygen

Aesop Rock

Float

1999

column
Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud
But that's got a ring to it so my swill welcomes

Whole lotta crabs in a bucket
Beezy
Yeah
Let's get it, Let's get it, Let's get it
I don't even like this beat for real
But I'm Bool
She said she

Dakota

Charlie Wilson

Good for You

2017

twenty?
I'm not about the flashiness, I'm only about you and this
Drink that's in my hand, it's got this playing
And it's got me wasted, got me faded

a ride
With you by my side
Everything's going to be alright
Be alright
That bucket got us to the beach
Toes in the sand
A blunt in my hand
Gonna figure my

all up in my brain like a map
And my only enigma is why?
Is there a reason it's 40 to life for a tab of the finest of trippy supply?

Don't you be

my reality this is the mentality
Still and the homies in prison yards been telling me
To get it while the getting is up for grabs
And if you're hungry

I want my pussy hole stretched like
The hoops on New New
Open up the box like a nigga got new shoes
You want that foreplay
So I'm dressed in tutus

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

Talking Fishing Blues

Cisco Houston

Cisco Houston Sings the Songs of Woody Guthrie

1963

I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Something grabbed my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle

get it and he got it bad
A flare gun tucked in his locker latch
For the hell of it and benefit of Mrs. White
In the kitchen with the television

Washing away my sorrows in $12 wine 

I should have been abducted
Abducted
My papa kicked the bucket
Bucket
His last words to me: suck it
Suck it
So take me

fifteen O's Fuck it
We need fifty mo Fuck it
I need fifty mo Fuck it
Re up give me mo Fuck it
She goin throw up in a bucket ima throw up get some buckets

cuz I'm keeping tabs yeah

It's the state of mind
That got me flying
I don't really try new shit
But my nigga said it's fine
Said this shit will have

or bust my nine gonna
Find me a Madelyn Cline
When I'm at a rave everybody got knives out
Benoit Blanc both eyes on the prize caught a
Vibe with two thick

you dizzy
But you look like you got hillbilly in your bones

So let's ditch this hole in the wall
Mix some sticks with a fifth of homemade alcohol

out my bucket list
My life a candle bih its lit
Run it up on da backstreet 
All my hoes on geek
Exclusive on my feet
Winnin, ain't have to cheat

plate
And don't tell me no lies, I can see by that look on your face
Know that you want me to die
Round in my city i'm good, my family my burdens my hood

that check
Got your girl next to me you know I finna hit
Got niggas jealous so you know I’m on my shit
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need

utter damn
When current start to come in
It's sundress season somewhere 
I know
I'm just tryna see it all there
Before
My time is up
But My timing is...

I'll never give up, I'm never done

[Chorus]

So let's keep fillin' up this bucket, step by step

This is no easy task, it takes all the breath from my

Into delirium, I
Bake my eyes into the sun
Can't see shit but I can run
Shake the walls, the floor has spun
Into delirium
The heart's got a hole in it

no, I don't miss him
In fact, it slipped my mind
There's a hole in the bottle of wine (Shania)

I keep my cool, play by all the rules
Hmm, I swear