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Well my homie keep asking for dimes of the clear so his girlfriend can go to Berlin
And my mama I'm paying her bills every month But she probably wish I

for the world to fall
I fly myself to different countries 
To ignore it all
I write my name 
Across the globe 
Like the berlin wall
And next I throw

my lazy eye for the very last time
Waving the infant goodbye
Left with my mom that night
And your sick heart made you cry
And momma's paycheck kind

Gang Bang Anyway

The Game

The Documentary 2.5

2015

Mm, um, yeah 
Palms sweatin', guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black

one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make

shock

V20
McKinley now dead
I do my duty
As the Country’s head

V 21
“Do right by the people,""
My motto my creed, 
My hope for all
They shall succeed

V

late (In his mind) "now's the wrong time"
And he's fightin' for his future
But pulls out the sutures
And one by one, out they come, bleedin' out, no-one

say I respect all females
But your rhymes are trash
Put 'em next to your emails
Our country's in crisis
Who wants to vote for the mother of ISIS?
That

of the country 
We be the talk of the country
Pray for me, pray for me,
I see all of them hating me
Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me, pray for me.

Check my

Obey the Cowgod

Green Jelly

Cereal Killer Soundtrack

1993

there is no, there's no beef by-products, 
Obey the Cowgod! 

You! On your knees! You! Get on your knees! Where's those two bone-heads? Get on your

Handle of Beam

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

really hate to say you can't elevate to this
But if I settle for your level I ain't never make the hits
Me and ? tight as shit on the demo, fore we send it

the whip with that blunt in my mouth
Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (woo)
My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country
I finish

come before M, can’t take no L
I need the M's
I forgot what come before M, can’t take no L
Niggas is robbing your shit (Shit)
I don't feel sorry for shit

Lindbergh

Woody Guthrie

This Land Is Your Land: The Asch Recordings, Vol. 1

1997

started an outfit that he called America First
In Washington, Washington

All around the country, Lindbergh, he did fly
Gasoline was paid for by Hoover,

south
Speculation, word of mouth
Manipulation, ain’t no doubt
Happiness, we’ve got a drought
Racist pricks, all for clout
I hear your voices, hear ‘em

T-t text it, you need grass
I'll eat your Brexit for breakfast
Cause Tesco's got nothing on the shelves for us
Brick cast – casket, kastet
Brass knuckle

I am back from up the country
Very sorry that I went
Seeking for the southern poets' land
Whereon to pitch my tent;
I have lost a lot of idols
Which

And everybody in the country speak honkey tonk
They might boot scoot and boogie every Friday night
To the same old songs, DJ play my song
Well, everybody in

set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position

She was dressed to kill, I was in my boots
So I had to pay for the uptown top, yeah
But we talked for a while in a corner booth
Before closing

them what they want
And watch them undress
Right before your eyes  like a forehead

Hold up
I'm trying to be the most hated by the most overrated
I'm

Tell me somethin'
Uh, you can't tell me nothin'
I'd rather die than to listen to you
My DNA not for imitation
Your DNA an abomination
This how it is when

at succeeding
I feel for your parents, I'm sure they did their best"

I gotta hand it to them
They sure know how to hit you where it hurts

Oh in my head, I'm

Amerika [Clean Album Version]

Society

Thugs Are Us [Clean]

2001

stop killin' my own kind
And leave my Earth alone

And stop tappin' my phone and searchin' my bro
And keep your personal feelings home when you bendin'