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and open donors
didn't want that kid to drink it and get strung
I'm Steve I'm ok I need a spoon
bastards shot me in the head years ago
robbed me and left me

Perfect the craft, focus rap, never lack, I second that
Grab the pen, I be going hard like I never ever had a win
I'm sitting at the top
I never thought

rest right here
You (Who me?) Yeah you (What?)
You know I like that Granny Smith 
You always get that Fuji shit
You (Who me?) Yeah you (Why me?)
It

Whenever deserved to
Hold true
Be you
Underrated
Underestimated
That’s fine cause im me
And your you
And I’m
Genocide by suicide
No choice except do or die

Stephanie called for you and so did Steve
I asked her twice, but she won’t leave
She left her soul here, she clearly believes
Rarely see one with

it 'til it squirt uh huh
Yo hoe just got fucked by Steve Urkel
Got me a perky pill
A tablet
I swear I'm feeling lit
She looking good, She smelling

races
Reverse themes to demean
That would make me racist
All I want is to be seen by the other races
All I want is to get green like the other races
Do

Steve Harvey

Fom ya kumlenga ikakuwa ngumu Hadi

DM yake ikakuwa the place to story

Akaniambia Finity utafika don't worry

Hio energy uko nayo usikule

in the game. To enemy number one. I’ll never be the same. From Tron to Megatron. 


That’s the same energy. Keep the same energy. We only carry

we're both still young but we're running out of time
Yeah
Yeah
Can't let you dish me off fast like you Steve Nash
If we only play it safe how can we crash

secrets and your dreams lil lady
Capricorn like Betty White my baby

I have to wonder why
The things that you've been asking for just blow right past my

Perfect the craft, focus rap, never lack, I second that
Grab the pen
I be going hard like I never ever had a win
I'm sitting at the top
I never thought

Brand New Strings
Written by Steve Poynter 8/20/19

  Late for the interview;   got turned away.  Looked in the paper, but no one’s hirin’ today

greedy Steve & Eydie
Just hangover thirsty and heartburn hungry. 
For sticky spaghetti, warm beer and cold coffee
I always make all gone, whether it's mine

the gang on the New Jersey turnpike
Pop a wheelie on mike healys old dirtbike
Fuck on the first night, Steve Martin jerk type
Spit words like cop killing is

Cute bitch wanna ride a harely
Burnt Cheeto on my lips like Steve harvey

Push a old bitch didn't say sorry
Just got banned from the Safari
And by

can't check me fo nothin
I was broke and by my lonely felt that shit in my stomach
Couple bruises didn't stop me from stuntin
If it's the holiday season

you heard it bitch I told ya
Yeah my cousin on probation, we still lighting up that doja
Looked at Day Day like fuck it bro throw yo left if he don't

name one day
Then follow bumper to bumper
We don't slip, take last nor slumber
The game needs a super sub
I star built like Steve jobs
They want heat I

Pangolin Farm
Words & Music by Steve Richard Mahoney / Timothy Vincent Mauldin

Ain't gonna beat a dead horse in his shoes,
Or crawl a mile

I'ma big boss like a nigga steve jobs
Everything foreign from the clothes to the cars
This is not a rental bitch I'm under twenty five
I been at the club

Steve Biko/
Life has its ups and downs like a seesaw/ 
Better seize all, your opportunities/ 
Cos geez, you better believe/ 
These don’t come that easy/

Got pinned by a junior Baphomet
Nuclear winter with grace like a clown
Two left feet
Giant left feet
Business boy turn the city brown

Toothy

Bob is sweet but slow
He smells down below
I kinda like that Billy
But he's too fucking silly
Johnny was ok
If he could obey
Freddy was a hunk
But I