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brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot

a shooter, they know
Yeah, I’m with the shit that they know

No, I ain't goin', I ain't a ho
I’m with his thot, I'm with his ho
Walked in with gang, GI joe

Subliminally accurate
Punchlines tactics immaculate
Speak passion kid
Not your average joe
Make it happen quick
My energy, who's matching it
Until

the Chain, Break the Chain! clink

Yo, get with your culture it'll catapult ya
Ignorance is like a vulture and
It will insult ya
My name is Krash, Joe Krash,

on the oven to three fifty cause it's cold
Me and deshawn two different sizes and we still was sharing clothes
Ask uncle joe
I was one of the lil kids they said

to die
Ohaw no to be twa
Chosen by God
Sɛ obra yɛ ɔko
No go fi stop fighting
A dey blow my horns
Me tia so na me ba
Oga no stopping
At war
But am tryna
get

(Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China
Johnnie Ray) world serves it's own needs
Don't misserve your own needs
(South Pacific, Walter Winchell
Joe DiMaggio)

Irish Blessing - Words and music by Joe Delaney (Joetown)

Got love?, good luck
I got somebody lookin down from above.
Joe who? Strange dude.
Gotta

16 years have gone, Since Joe passed on
And I'm still in our old house, Living all alone
I've got a lot of good memories, In this old mind
And I

you could call me Joe
Sent a risky text please don't expose
Don't look up to me cuz I got the jokes
Bro picked his nose on stream that's gross
Was

WATCHING YOU. KEEP A SENSE OF HUMOR. C'MON


HELLO?


HELLO. JOE. JIMMY.


JIMMY, HOW ARE YOU?


WHAT, DID YOU GO OUT LAST NIGHT? I I WAS CALLING

myself a wealthy man
By sharing your company
I like cooking dinners
In our tiny kitchen
I like morning joe on the balcony
I like it when the weather
Leaves

as that bitch come out that door
He was thinking with his dick, then he got set up by a hoe
Luwop just beat a murder case, my nigga fresh up off of Joe's

stairway to heaven

This is the tale of Joe, Joe Bloggs
And his contemporary crucifixion
He was hung out to dry all day and night
The victim of a false

Since Joe's dive bar
It's been eight
Long years
I laughed so hard
I was in tears
You see he took a
Community college class
To expand his ego

In his faded blue jeans and Van Halen shirt
His mullet sprayed in place he came here to flirt
Karaoke at Joe's is his Tuesday flair
When big Don

Me and my dawg, we get higher than a pilot
Bad B* by my side ride the D* with no license
I can't say the wrong thing, c****s might try to indict me
I

don’t be having the same rinse as me 
When i come around still bring good energy
Cause i rap now everybody a kin of me 
But by myself i be 
Focused

and glow (glisten and glow) I ain’t no average Joe (yeah)
Gotta play with the cards I was dealt (yeah) I been on my own and don’t need no one’s help (aye)

locked up I ain’t see no dough
That’s was interrupted by a time alert
Woke up happy that wasn’t real
Showered up quick now it’s time to work
Drying off my

and regular Joe’s judged by hippies and pundits and priests
Talkin’ ‘bout progress for the sake of fucking progress; will we stand on guard for thee?
‘Talkin’

I loitered round but now im all up in it-
I toured the sky's so high up out ya vision-
Im humbled by it pride ain in my feelings yea-
Goin straight up

by
Loft are you throwing up in the sink?
Ah shit Looby's now yelling
Maddy
Maddy
Joe why are you walking around like Paranormal Activity?
What the fuck

hustler baby Stay flipping doe 
Smoking out the bow ya kno joe for joe 
When They Started Hating I Started Flexin Mo
Stackin Band 4 Band Just Mixin Dough