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Its always easy, by The Plantation make you uneasy
Song I wrote of a whole legacy, my brother by the dirt we bleed
My next video will blow up just wait

got Taylor's crack, I'ma lace all yo weed with it
My sister saw me, said  "I think that I'm leavin', bitch"
Drugs in my pussy, I'm finna start queefin'

over a fantasy world
Still my subconscious won't let me forget this has happened before
I could play you a Taylor Swift song or I could write one of my

Suicide and Other Comforts

Cradle of Filth

Bitter Suites to Succubi

I pace, alone
In a place for the dead
Overcome by woe
And here, I've grown
So fond of dread
That I swear it's heaven

Oh sweet Mary,
Dressed

When I was at that motherfucking block party
That bitch met with a fat, uh
Talking about she was gonna give me
That vag after that night oh, oh

baby 
Oh baby, you're my baby

Wow, you have just listened to "Oh Baby" by Veshone, (Mhm)

What a beautiful song that is (Thank you man) 

If this song

me flow
Cuz they never heard of "KB8" or my portfolio
Oh no so what do I do
I get back in the studio to work for you
And then I write a new song I

the memory of when he was with them
Pull the plug as you leave by the door

And if you play that stupid song again I'll scream
If only I could

Say goodnight,

back can't even tell I'm real
If no one's got my back, I'm betting Taylor will
Oh no, I don't need to fucking break a seal
Oh oh on my own, Jesus take

double checked my list
Did he double check yours?
There’s a stranger
In the manger
Jesus is in Danger
Oh no
I give Mary a kiss on the lips
Then I call her

on my tip
Hoes like feel then I Stockton assist
It ain't no stoppin' shit
Avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6

Got Mary blowing Jane
We fucking

Mac 10 Handle

Prodigy

Queensbridge Project

2005

(Oh my God)
If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live
You not playin' me like the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

I sit alone in my dirty ass room
Starin'

Nigga, we the junkies, they the dealers
I be rappin', they be triggered
You be writin', I'm a killer, nigga what?
Fuck is this song? Fuck is my whip?

to make dough
And put all my niggas on like this shit was a slave boat
So tell me why your songs sound like skittles and rainbows?
That's a dead giveaway

oh, oh, oh
Ooooh

I ain't no friend of the devil
But his friends are sometimes mine
And though I sing my songs about glory
I'm havin' a hell of a time

Mary May & Bobby

Joe Purdy

Joe Purdy

2006

And there's just one more thing before you leave 

He said, Mary, marry me 
We could live out by the sea 
Oh, like they do on the movie screen 
Oh, marry

See Him lying on a bed of straw
A draughty stable with an open door
Mary cradling the babe she bore
The Prince of Glory is His name

Oh now carry me

compared to you I'm the opposite no hip-hop
Concept. I ain't hip-hop, judged by your standard 

Oh, my shit ain't gangsta, oh, i have an accent no gold chain

2014: My Cole heart finally got drive
Took a trip to a forest
Found out they've been swift with the fakeness since 1989
Been on my grind like arthritis

girl she into taylor swift and harry styles
Bitch stop begging for her love cuz you already know that she is mine
Nic and beer and energy drinks it feel

in my prime now

I just ran up a whole check
Went and copped a bust down for my whole neck
Vvs diamonds dripping they so wet
This ain’t taylor

Mary

Joe Purdy

Julie Blue

2004

play,
So what is it you have to say?"
He said, "Mary, marry me.
We could live out by the sea
Like they do on the movie screen
Oh, marry me, Mary May

needa inhaler
22 in the clip like I named the Glock Taylor
Like I named the Glock Swift
Getting cheddar no swiss
When I shoot I don't miss
She gave my

the men on the moon say "smoke up"
Choke up, oh nah that's a clear direction
Visine couldn't fix what wasn't there before
Biding my time till the high