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"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"

Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore

"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"

Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore

Ain't like the way I was livin' (hold up)
Was really out here sinning
Talked to God asked for forgiveness now I'm feeling good and replenished
Pushing P

by ice walls. And on the other side of the ice walls is
where the aliens live.
So what?
You still have to eat. You still have to figure out a way

fucking Christian but god punished thy
Maybe my lack of faith has got caught in his sight
I will never try to barter but I watch as the time
Has made her

on the scooter
Brand new VVM's, extra cash for the shooter
Dying of the Xandies, swallowing my kids bitch, I don't even want no family
The ones who claim they love

sport, i didn't pout or whine
Took my L's, for every bout of mine
Always rose to my feet by the count of nine  
What it was?
Blue hats, orange stars
Hoops,

the son of God, I'm just staying in my room
And having Easter dinner with my family over Zoom
They say to stay inside on all the news reports
But all this

by the ‘un sane’
And proclaim, that you are,  really the insane

Keep talking shit like I run this bitch
Beats so hard that I’ve made it unhitched

a country
Who doesn't think his life matters
And yes
It's 2019
A new year, fresh start
But tell that to D'angelo Brown
Who was just shot
In the head
By

back
god on the main line missed my blessing so i'm calling back

ain't no flauge ain't no flaw country tunes tim mcgraw
ain't no hoe in my heart hope

Remember I'm an artist
And I'm sensitive about my...

Louisiana is one of the most obesity states in the country
I've had to deal with some health

bullshit when they speak on Jason
So fuck you very much/No loyalty
Now the family's eating good/No crumbs from me
I told the evil ones/I was blessed by God

eggs 
Saw you for the first-time way down in my block 
Talking to a family friend 
You are not from the slum
Beautiful being 
Well created by the maker

blessed
Alotta family in the grave submit to God before I'm next
Alotta feelings in the way but my focus snow plow
Wait till I'm established if you think

broken families, broken communities,
But now, I am the father, I didn't have, the grandfather I never met
And the only broken my children know is

had a squabble with my demons (yeah)

Ass round, skin brown, you know my weakness, God
Who'd have thought the kid that use to get beat'll come beat

so don't be shaken
Come take a stand and make cmerica great again.

SOLO

2nd verse:
We stand for God, Family, Country & fun
We value freedom, morals,

She's a survivor from a country of corruption and chaos
Countless conflicts never paid off
After all the lives that they've lost
Her family was

Sunshine

Coolio

The Hustler

2003

there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red

Got Love

Thundamentals

So We Can Remember

2014

sign with it

I'm stoked to be living in a lucky country
It's just a joke that we're governed by a bunch of monkeys
Still I'm loving all the listeners,

mean?
Spend the last on that bag, then split it, that's for the team
I was raised by country niggas shakin' it by any means
Talkin' grits with

to guide him in his sleigh

I attended Christmas service at a little church in the country not long ago
A prayer was led by an old country preacher who then

slow either way
No dey Brag
Pray to God Day and Night
Make the hustle pay atlast
As a boy you gat to hustle
Cos the tussle makes a man
Cuz the street be