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in her deep throat 
She slowly pick up on my lingo
She call me daddy 
Make her ass a bastard 
I ain't saving bitches 
I don't need those 
Take a trip

Folk Song for Sara


He called his best friend long distance
and told him the news of his girlfriend’s
attempted suicide by overdose
He hadn’t taken

the church
Notifying those of faith
To be brought into the cold just
To service those who sleep
Through their rosary they pray
Hoping innocents are saved
But

no good he stayed in trouble all the time
Mama always had to go to court and get the boy out of trouble. 
But I am told tonight those boys grew up
One

have it any other way
By your grace I'm here and I'm healed
I speak life not death today
I'm here to save some souls today
Those that are lost
Bound in

take
I've been ghost in the rolls so them bastards feel my wraith
Betrayal from the close, those stories are told the most
The weakest in the room be

to
Living on a prayer like
Bon Jovi
I am The One, Kanobi
Like Obi
Got a bone to pick
No 'field, I'm Odie
Yoruba, craftsman
Balance, Ori
Spirit out my body

he comes back from hell again
He'll have a few bones to pick with a fractured skeleton

(over scratching)
Sage Francis...anti-socialite...secret

the bastard's way

When my day has come and I lie beneath the dirt
People gather smiles wide and poor booze upon the earth
They'll remember all the good times but

Hey now if I could save my money I could get there alone
If I knew now what my dog knew then I could buy him a bone 
Johnny he owes me cash but I

the kind I like to meet
Make me pick up both my feet and run to you
If everyday could be like this
I know just what I'd say to you

I just want you by my

The other kids in class?

While walking home from school Lewis
Noticed a girl
With white skin and pink hair
Like a cotton candy whirl
Intrigued by her style

not a savage
Just a young nigga with habits, cause I aint never had shit
Poppa did 9, so I was a bastard
Look back on some time, no need to rewind
Cant

share your beautiful design
I know there's those who want to fix me
I make them uncomfortable
Pick up the vial that says drink me
But I don't play by

wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw.

Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind,

Why's Everybody Always Pickin' on Me?

Bloodhound Gang

One Fierce Beer Coaster

1996

don't stop teasing me
See the trick is only pick on those that can't do you no harm
Like the drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

The drummer

I'm dying on the surface, why
Dont you just leave these poor old bones alone
In time for me to rot, or play around
Is anything here real?
I'm stuck here

I'm dying on the surface, why
Dont you just leave these poor old bones alone
In time for me to rot, or play around
Is anything here real?
I'm stuck here

(at home) 
I'm dying on the surface, why 
Dont you just leave these poor old bones alone 
In time for me to rot, or play around 
Is anything here real?

those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad

Hard Times

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her

One harmless mistake and me fighting days are done
But I swear to those poor sods, when I go abroad
I'll make it back with far fewer bullet holes
It's

rise to the top, floatin' on this cream

Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me

A million refugees with unlimited warranties

Black

better now 
Not as well as before 
Those few years eloped somewhere 
And though I've been away 
It was me that got left behind somewhere 
I'm disabled by