Lyrics:
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wa**up honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family
he'll be a celebrity
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Gitarzan, he's a guitar man
He's all you can stand
Give him a hand, Gitarzan
He's got a girl
And i didn't want anyone
To be hurt by my words
If there's pain in hell, i'm feeling it today
Wishing i were seven in a children's heaven
How heavy
the time for Christmas
And as you raise your yuletide flask
There's like this feeling that you carry
As if from every Christmas past
It's as if each year it
wanted by the law
We'll take him back to face his crime
It's the worst you ever saw
Well we know Henry Walker
He lives way back in the woods
Where
die quick, click the vision
Greed lies ambition, five slugs for the mission
Seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell
To meet your maker,
wouldn't change a minute
I can't slow down inside
Guess that's why I live it
The years of mischief
Followed by weeks of thrift
I land on earth's
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
of them whiskeys on ice
Hell, if you fall in love or wind up in a fight
I'll carry you home tonight
Yeah, I'll carry you home
I'll carry you home
Oh,
the world, they 'bout to be gone
Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all
Brought to you by a beer
A little hungover headache, sun
to poor damned souls
I'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din
It was Din, Din, Din
You Lazarushian leather Gunga Din
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
By
gotta go over there
And that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell!
Kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without
to hide his face
In a week or two - he'll be begging you
To carry him into the cold of utmost space
Waste away with me
With time he fades, The Enemy
Your
"Yeah"
She said, "Why?"
I said, "Come on and take a ride with a hell of a guy"
She said, "How do I know you're not sick?
You could be some derranged
out of ammo
We some wild animals, fuck what the time is
Walk that line, you'll be up all night bitch
Hell nah we ain't high yet
Know I got that loud
troop train lay
In a sidin' through the day
Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
We shouted, "Harry By"
Till our throats were
I can tell by the ring on your finger
That you must be in love
He takes good care of you, baby
You just can't get enough
Where are you now, baby?
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
Can you hold your own
Or will you stand down
Can you carry the beast
Black nova rises
Lashed by the whip of night
Can you feel the madness, crawl
"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.
Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put
of my pocket!)
This time around, we takin' Atheists to church
Servin' serpents with sermons with curse words
You can do all things through Jesus
and he must leave
To start a new life over
He writes me letters every week
To say how much he's slavin'
And he promises that he'll be back
Before
until I lie on my tomb
Flowers
(Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
You're static and I'm a selektah
(This is
to this tale that I tell.
You want to know how to take a short trip to hell?
It's guaranteed to get your own place in hell.
Just take your lovely
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