Lyrics:
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
If you had a set, they'd
farm man.. we done tilling
Yall been tryna harm Man
Read the Palm Man...
The Psalm(Dis Arm) Man is Ham
Holy food's not for dogs and this is Holy
Dog
kill
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will
Take a life, lethal injection or free will
Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he
animal drums like he's doctor teeth, it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.
[John Darnielle:]
I crawled down
Bitch I'm on the block sending shots
Damn I sell food for the pot
Got you baby mama giving top
Keep bussing on a nigga till he drop
Colossal Colossal
Better not make me mad
Got the things that'll make the news
I don't mean to break the rules
But look at what you made me do
Never heard of dog food
the baby brother, and my sisters spoil me with love.
cs a Thomas, which I've been the chairman, co-chairman, and committee member of for many family
contacted John and he wanted to meet
Flew out to Baltimore, met at Johns Hopkins
Parents were ecstatic about meeting the doctor
Explained to the doc
John and he wanted to meet
Flew out to Baltimore, met at Johns Hopkins
Parents were ecstatic about meeting the doctor
Explained to the doc the botched
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
I want the yen in the envelope, cookies from the girl scout
Them is whipped, spread wings, bring them furs out
Chew my food, spit it out into
coming for sure
Makes your dreams extremely unpure
Brings the mice to poison your food
Comes to me and boycotts my manhood
I’ll be thinking of it all
this tool blam
I got fifty for his stomach, it's like food stamps
She ain't tryna fuck, say she got a few cramps
Make it sing on your top, bitch, I'm JB
was sore, his balls were raw, all over he did shake,
But when he looked at his John Tom,
He saw he'd done the trick,
For the consequences of his
and cigar
Dickie bow and long Johns
My utility belt tells me it's to the bar, Batman
Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance floor
For
won't have to settle for a mint
Forkboy
Picked by the FBI
To be the black pied piper
After Dr. King died
Watches soap operas on TV
While 6
I ain't start this trap shit but i done lived it out
Fast food for a thot she bad i sit her down
Dese niggas on sum petty mediocre broke shit
I'm
and cigar
Dickie bow and long Johns
My utility belt tells me it's to the bar, Batman
Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance floor
For
on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin' the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for
(Yea)
(Mm)
(Yea)
(Mm)
(Yea)
Put a thot on her knees
I pay the fees
Cop Louie V
(Yea)
(Uh)
Lil hoe don’t want you
She fucking for food
Boy you a fool
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
the feds tapped my phone
Fell off a couple times, but I been that nigga
I can't suck my bitch titty 'cause her nipple sensitive
Sent her straight to Dr.
court of law despise)
A teenage thug
[M. Thug] want to fuck and puff lie
A teenage thug
[Nas]
Dreams of bein a doctor will deteriorate
Takin over
of control) {"Ohh!"}
I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim
Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin
You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth
I'm
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