Lyrics:
E-e-e-very time I look at my dick
Dick, dick, dick
Call me on the dog and bone
All you Yanks, that's a telephone
Here have a look, just have
wait for them to try to rest
Then yank it out they chest
You sell them medicine
You make them think they need
You come around the flowers
But you's
I yank my mask - this has been a jack back!
"These boys were trained activists.."
I'm not a slave but the Ku Klux Klan
And the Aryan Nation say
equals mo money, mo money, mo money
Mo money, mo money, oh
I'm that flame spittin', yank fitted, leanin' to the side
24 pendent door, folks leanin' in
to be pissed at mates who are yanks
'Cause it's not me and you, it's the fucking banks!
Bring the noise when we run upon them! (Bring the noize when we
They way the floor open up you think I'm hiding spaceships
French chefs, the best grapes on they breath
Louie aprons on the Yank cats, the puffy cooks
I yank my mask this has been a jack back!
"These boys were trained activists"
I'm not a slave but the Ku Klux Klan
And the Aryan Nation say I
yank the bank and I ain't been ganked
Cause my back you're trying to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and strain as I stand in the rain
With this
And yank a fistful of hair out the nurse lady's head
High on sedatives again, put me in a tiny place
Chin strap muzzle over my face
I threw a guy off
some change!"
All diggin' in my ear for it and shit, deranged!
I grabbed him by his head and tried to yank it to the left to break his neck
But his head
seven revolvers
Sell case never test the floor
Sticky yank slicking enough why'all
I'm a man enough to put on a dress
To creep up like grand-moma
vixen eat ya face like she Ms. Pac-Man
My wish her command, uh, ADT's ain't stop me
Simple like ABC's
Snip, cut, yank just as easy as 1-2-3
Breaking
and tv shows
It equals mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, money,
Oh
[T. Waters]
(hey, hey)
I'm that flame spitting, yank fitted leaning
tell us what you want
The Yanks to win a fuckin' series
In Christmas time you will have
All out fun and cheer
In Christmas time we all will
Have much
ain't on purpose
Now we up in medical they askin' why he said it cold
Better know I never change
Runnin' with these yanks
Poppy block
Down the 65th,
you think I'm hiding spaceships
French chefs, the best grapes on they breath
Louie aprons on the Yank cats, the puffy cooks the rest
Besides I got
Fuck this bull shit spit flat beer back
Rock star dumb luck sick joke clap trap
Damn thin shoe lace yank spit jerk snap
Bomb kike scam bank tear
pissed they're makes we're yanks
Cause it's not me and you, it's the fucking banks!
Bring the noize when we run upon them! (Bring the noize when we run
to lay it low,
When a brother like you tells me I can't flow?
So here we go, bro, the leader of the Flow Show
Let you know, I roll and get mo'
I yank
tonight
Hey pretty baby get high with me
We can go to my sister's if we say we'll watch the baby
The look on your face yanks my neck on the chain
a show on, they're just putting a show on.
Real gangsters stay underground like non-fiction,
They don't fire blanks at Yanks like when Nas played
sleeve
(Roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
Ah yank the drip outa mah vein! UTOPIATE! Ah'm bailin out!
UTOPIATE!
If this is Heaven ah'm bailin out!
own throat
And yank it to the surface
That may be brutal
May be gory
But whatever else it is
It's my story
And I believe it
Yeah, I can see
focused
Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee
Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged
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