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inverted the pentagram and made us the subjects, My mothers MaDonna, she gave my spirit material, grew up poor in the Hood, with spoiled milk in my cereal?

Laughing at the Guru

Jon English

Hollywood Seven

1976

cleared my throat
'Cause that don't sound like a billy goat
Well I'll shave my head though I know it's a mess
But I draw the line at wearin' a dress, I

Hokatiwi

White sticks like I dipped the
Buffs in a milk carton
And the bitches got the nuggets
Too like I'm Will Barton
Four hundred dollar Chrome

the GOAT
They want the Tea and I told them no
Receive the Spirit, pray, obey, and Go
Never leave me
He died on a tree
Never forsake
Pourin' out His grace

with milk on your toddler bib 
I grew up on 2pac, Notorious Big
You grew up on six nine who talks to pigs

I can see your silhouette 
From this higher

of tomorrow
Y'all goats borrow our flows
I know you know too, though
See those feelings? I go use those
See those ceilings? I go through those
See those

can do it without (uh)
Strength and Power, blessing ours
Give your flowers, never know the time or hour
Death is sour, "Milk spilt", cried the cowards

the sound

Naperu  mercury aka Abhishek
Matalani anni teya guntai just like milk shake
Patalatho putistha nenu kuda earth quake
Stalemate  pedtha anukoku

in West Palm but never learned how to coast
I'm always pushing full speed I'm always doing the most
I'm trying to be rap's GOAT
I'm trying to milk this

you chasing the GOAT
If you come close
Boy you better be reload
Flow so hard
Man that shit was destined
I put it in my prayers
That I want this

you chasing the GOAT
If you come close
Boy you better be reload
Flow so hard
Man that shit was destined
I put it in my prayers
That I want this

you chasing the GOAT
If you come close
Boy you better be reload
Flow so hard
Man that shit was destined
I put it in my prayers
That I want this

prancer
I get a bag when I spit with no manners
I see a GOAT when I look in the mirror
I got a stock in reefer on my wishlist
Y’all just lighting up trees

shake it 
Up till the timbers above us are unsafe and 
Fracture requiring duct tape paradiddle
On the old goat skin chewing charcoal In the
 throne room

on the opp, letting milk out the titties
Okay Wopp let's get it
I'm outside and that fat shit with me
I'm on the pound with a compact glizzy
And these niggas

Watch me milk the game like a nursery
Praying for guidance for all my purposes
I was turning my sprite the purplest
It’s just my pain that’s on the beat

crying over spilled milk son
And that's as useless as every word from a critics mouth
Though I spit this fire I wonder what keeps me calm
I guess it's my

broke
Aye get get
Get this dough
Yeah I'm walking in through the front door
At the fuckin store
Get this milk and bread
Get this fuckin bread
Yeah
Get

stuck in the house just like Cory, bro
At the top lookin' down like Geronimo
Make her sing like Balao, milk the game like a cow
Cook it up like Halal, I'm

back bumping when I'm rollin
In the culdesac doing doughnuts in the open

My daddy taught me how to check the oil 
And to check the milk before it's

the heat
Rapping on these cold beats
Beefing with Nigerians, you better bring that goat meat
Jollof on the side, and some plantain
Rappers crash like they

twerk
I'm just tryin to hop in split screen
But my standards got me too keen
Gaming like it's milk chocolate
Let her hold my medals
Better not drop it
Got

they fold
In all black like a crow
They follow my flow
Think that they coke
In row for my shows
And they say that I'm the goat
I know
Wrap around their

cheese or old milk?
Ugh, You’ll never get a date dirty boy, so keep suckin’ your own dick!
“Your last cover album sucked. You need singing classes
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