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Yeah we see you bust a bottle
At your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get
The fucking up your fronting pressure on 'em
We putting

with flour 
about 500 grams (measure)
in a separate bowl mix the eggs
beat it in by hand (butter)
then you add some milk and salt
vanilla? of course you

Slop it up
Chop it down
Put it in a stew

Beelzebub is coming for you!

Salt and pepper
Catch of rye
Slice of silver and
Cyanide

Lithium
Acid
Lunacy

with flour 
about 500 grams (measure)
in a separate bowl mix the eggs
beat it in by hand (butter)
then you add some milk and salt
vanilla? of course you

with flour 
about 500 grams (measure)
in a separate bowl mix the eggs
beat it in by hand (butter)
then you add some milk and salt
vanilla? of course you

with flour 
about 500 grams (measure)
in a separate bowl mix the eggs
beat it in by hand (butter)
then you add some milk and salt
vanilla? of course you

with flour 
about 500 grams (measure)
in a separate bowl mix the eggs
beat it in by hand (butter)
then you add some milk and salt
vanilla? of course you

with flour 
about 500 grams (measure)
in a separate bowl mix the eggs
beat it in by hand (butter)
then you add some milk and salt
vanilla? of course you

thing brodie stressed
Before he died
Man I heard that salt kill snails
I miss my slimes
It ain't never the right time
To say goodbye
No pain no gain
But I

There was a fearless Irishman, lived out near the sea
Outside Ballyferriter, a West Kerry man was he
Danny Sheehy was his name, wore a sailor cap

to say, Halleluiah

You still loved me, when I never even knew Ya
Here's to the Man, clap your hands to the song
Sounds of Blackness, Salt-N-Pepa say, peace

The Grand Finale

The D.O.C.

Concrete Roots

1994

this
We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan "the Guitar Man"
Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole

kills an innocent man?
Is there a god here? Is there a god?

Alas, I saw, I saw in a dream the sceptre and the parasol fall
The bell by the palace gate

kills an innocent man?
Is there a god here? Is there a god?

Alas, I saw, I saw in a dream the sceptre and the parasol fall
The bell by the palace gate

Pull some of that bass out Bruce

Mac P Dawg

Shake it Shake it got her shaking like a salt shaker
In the field I've been balling like a fucking

led by our fearless hero Gretzky
He should be the prime minister if you ask me
Aw thank you Team Canada

Well it's hush hush, three man rush rush

dollars
I load the clip into the smith and flip 'em
All these bottles
Money grow on trees, I'm living in the forest
How you feel about these niggas? Man

There's a dragon in his chest
It roars and grins, gives no man rest
It pulls the devil on by its tail
and drags the wind into our sails!

“Drive me insane,

Or your horoscope, a collection of salt crystals and essential oils
All the suburban soccer moms are calling out ANTIFA
No, they don't understand

Don't Trip

Trina

Bootleg This, Pt. 2

2005

Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy

they shouted
But you saw no sin in his eyes
So when you heard them say "Barabbas"
They caught you by surprise

And the crowd said 
"Oh, oh"

You didn't

your salt,
my open wounds, here's your salt.
I got new scars
they're carved by your
by your healing light.

You know I'm condemned to shake
with

to get a score
You've never been shot by Cowboy Joe before Big Arthur
God bless you man wherever you are
The Square The Banana's Duke Street
And what do

different
And do things all by myself

Run your mouth your friends the cost
Man what happened you're so fucking lost

Help me find me
I need an identity
I