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occupation Feeling the sentiment of a lower echelon On a daily occasion That great god damned gilded age is gone Dr. Peter is gone Now when I'm done work I
I'll come Bro, thank you Yeah, may not have a Lamborghini But my grandma made us some linguini Got a house from the 80s With an old Mercedes Come inside
with me I got an old car we drove to the edge of town We stopped by old man Millers' farm Just to watch the world spin around And she moves
Shut your fat face I gotta blurt it in a verse because the Twerps is throwing dirt up on my name It's Peter Sparker, known to grip it Quick to skip
the house where I was raised And he did it all because he was taught the old ways By the time my daddy started Passing down these tools to me They were
albino You fucked little kids pedo Michael 40 years old, 10 years old Disowned by his own family for Touching 3 year old Boys robbed McCartney of his
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A And the rest is F-L-Y You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix And these reasons I'll tell you why You
Lane I will leave some milk and cookies by the chimney on a tray Oh Santa don't forget our old white house on Cedar Lane Oh Santa don't forget our old
priests came 'round our house tonight One young, one old To offer prayers for the dying, to serve the final rites One to learn, one to teach Which way
priests came 'round our house tonight One young, one old To offer prayers for the dying, to serve the final rites One to learn, one to teach Which way
old ass sing no more You fuckin' punk pussy, you fucking faggot, sissy fuck And by the way, a .380's a fuckin' sissy gun If you're gonna shoot
tree Now it was early one spring And I was tied by my string In a field of a make-believe farm When around the house, the boy and the bear Came
the kitchen His family now just feels like mine But he's Peter Pan wild with his Neverland smile And sometimes it is gone for a while He says he feels like
and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion Can't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons
on the deed in the mailbox I sleep easy in the bed I made And I Dream bigger than I did before Took a while to feel this way Brick by brick Board by
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught
co-operated And they fall Right out of the ship into the fucking sun Made they couldn't even fucking run We were blocked by Tara Strong after seeing it She does
the thrill up to the west hills Dumped the bodies by the old mill off of a drug deal I keep it real all I tell is the truth Ray Lewis hiding white suites you
all the proceedings Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin' Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire Singin' my jingle, where is Kris
There's an old house I left in the distance I can still see it standing by the road It'll always be a part of my existence Full of memories and faces
action By seeing it as a challenge, you Will have converted this negative Into a positive Purely by a mental process that will Result in positive action
fucks I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers Thrown up by little old ladies with
soft and silly am I too? madly, softly, hardly maddening, softening, hardening broke into an old house hey it's an old school house now! wandering
years I ain't just got ends, I end careers Cosigned by the allmighty pac When I drop science like? I'm not lyin' Put a scar on your face like Simba's
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