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Feasting on the Blood of the Insane by Six feet Under
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
In the dark of the night I search for

cake
I love to fuck fat bitches
Like Catholics like to rape (Hey)
Suck my balls suck my balls
Fat bitches love cake
And if you stole this album
Rucka

How to Make Gravy

Paul Kelly

Live at Sydney Opera House

2019

Hello Dan, it's Joe here, I hope you're keeping well
It's the 21st of December, and now they're ringing the last bells
If I get good behaviour,

[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my

bland life blow by blow
We know joe blow and Jane doe
Who are you though
Why do you aim so low
To be the same
Worship the name
Of almighty's chosen one

Mmmmmmm, I cross him up Ty Lawson (Yuh)
Perc give me powers like Austin
34 P’s break em down Joe Johnson
Surrounded by money like i’m on Shark Tank

Mobsta's

Kool G Rap

Roots of Evil [Bonus Track]

1998

a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely 
 Fly face fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly said 
 "Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across

U Ain't Gotta Go Home

Joe Budden

Joe Budden

2003

Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you

you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your

I'm the God of autotune and you niggas just a hoe
Yeah average Joe
I said it once and I'll say it twice
Nigga I'm not nice
Fuck fat niggas
Fuck fat

Inner Voice

Adam Sandler

Stan and Judy's Kid

And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album

lyrics written in the label by Syn Suitcase
I'm humble until a fat cunt gets in the way
I stick to raps short, to get em' hooked
Pop a intro song cork,

and still piece of art
No frat boys, no skinny jeans
I'm more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In '86 spitting free in the park
I've been patiently waiting

Armaggedon

Cru

Da Dirty 30

1997

at the Muse
For ugly, I didn't and here's where I'm at
Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin out a gat
Damn, now I know sumthin really on
First to bust off, Fat Joe

Got a backpack filled 
With that No. 2 lapiz
Pencil down my rhymes 
'Cuz my flows be choppy
Claimin' that they G.I. 
But they Joe too sloppy
See ya

The ass was fat the pussy average
She couldn't even walk the next day I did some damage
Hold on hold on
Lemme get back on topic
Last nigga played now out

the chapped lip brass dipped Knuckle dusting grind
Snuck another couplet by the by
Just cause I sound good In Hi-fi
Ay, listen
The flow on Joe Hisaishi
If we

And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like fat-laces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready, so that means I'm strokin'
If you pet me nowadays,

Satan Claws

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Christmas is all fiction made up by some dumb

Swanz tak pernah miss
I go by the name of Swanz
How the heck I made this far
I just wanna make this fun
Drop like I hit and run
I go by the name

Leanin' like I'm Fat Joe
Syrup got me slow
In the coupe, pourin' fos
Purp like Saint's Row
Saint's Row, Saint's Row, Saint's Row
Saint's Row, Saint's Row,

business , No mighty joe
No ain’t no witness , they gotta go , fuk all that talking they gotta go , let that bitch rip yea they gotta go go

I ain’t gone

this for the glory
Don't you judge me without knowing bout my story
All these rappers got no subject man its boring
Got me snoring
Dawg this album just

coz it's Moreish
Hanging with the crackers packing Bags of the Sour
Trafficking that shit never paid by The hour
Swagger black pelican turning up Louder