Lyrics:
shit off
I went and grabbed the scissors
I'm riding by myself
Counting money by myself
If my pants get any fatter
I might need another belt (Bih)
Yeah
study
He's ripping him up with his huge man hands
He's tearing through him, limb by limb. It's disgusting
Now the werewolf is licking the bones clean
What
I'm an odd job man, I work by day and night
I'm an odd job man, I work by day and night
I'm a handy-doodle-dandy and my dovetails fit just right
I'm
Smiles and cries, right arm
Under smiles and cries? I left scars
Life can't be passing me by
Am I, racing against time?!, my thought
I invite you in
cock
Blood will spill by my hand
Am I demon, surely not a man
As I follow you in pitch black
Know my gun is pointed at your back
The sins of the flesh
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
Written by Bobby Turner and Jeff Hunter ⓒ2022
Bobby Turner
Lead Vocals and Background Vocals
Words and Music
Keyboards
Drums
Jeff Hunter
Keyboards
becomes a well known tune
And my mic's gonna bloom like a flower in June
We kick much flavor, and you know that
As smooth as the head on a Fed named
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her on the way
Kinda, sorta, an oaky afterbirth
So music, can we turn on some music
Remember my old assistant hunter
He's an excellent songwriter
You took me by
can ride, but hey man watch my leather
'Cause bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosae in the glasses, get the weed out
em, spitta in 'em yeah
Ain't nutn change but the weather in a temp tag sequence of number and letters
On my Chevelle you can ride but hey man watch
my Manolo blahnik s
Bitch never say never
(Break)
I’m a goldeN goose
I don’t jump through hoops
And if the hunter shoots
He know that he been duped
Armies march in shining splendour
Sound the call of blood and fire
Led by Britannia's defender
They raise against the Roman Empire
Boudicca, Witch
Damn, my rent late
Most my bills past due but my kids straight
Food stamps come in handy for them meal plates
This 9 to 5 don't cut it, need another
(Oohhh)
(Oohhh)
I'm all about poetic justice
It means I call out fronting
I find it therapeutic when
A hunter's killed while hunting
Only by
A man is defined by his (Boing!)
Catch my drift
I got to keep it raw
The most anticipated
I got to keep it raw
Yo, my is there for me, we like
wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what
[Hook: DeShawn Hill]
My love, have you ever seen a
Candy coated Exursion, swang and bang
Still gripping grain
(Northside man huh, Southside
runnin in circles
Oh my I think I just let you ruin my life
Never been this close to paradise
I lose track of time with you right by my side babe
This got
master dear
Gin ye be barbara allan
O hooly hooly rose she up
To the place where he was lyin'
And when she drew the curtain by
Young man I think yer dyin'
A man is defined by his (Boing!)
Catch my drift
I got to keep it raw
The most anticipated
I got to keep it raw
Yo, my is there for me, we like
A hunter of the dire monster foe
I kept him at my side
As we walked the woods together
For a fool was I not on this night
A rustlin' from the brush
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