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All resistance is gone
I'm at your mercy today

Like a dog on a leash
You yank me in when I'm weak
You love to watch my decay

Blueberry Muffin

to sip on
Taking care has limits to trip on
I'm yawning wide
I'm alright

Yank my hands I'm done with faking
I'm reading but my body is aching
I'm dying

Woowe
When we mob we reck shit
Yank it aye now
All real no prank shit
Fuck a system that's racist
Ayo
Leave yo ass in the matrix
Fundamentals y'all

done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains 
And now we brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir
I said the days of the geechee is over 
I came

Got no gas inside my gas tank
Can’t get no ass when you’re breaking down a piggy bank
Feeling like a clown pull me off the stage, yank
Wishing for

The limping and weak
When we zombify and crucify
Living is easy
The dog's been barking all night
But when you yank on its chain, don't feel so good
Time to do

drank, good dank
Vegas and the woods blank
Rolling with that good yank, I'm on it
And if she got that wish a nigga would swank
Buckets with the hood paint

and yank his feet
Run, run, run, run beat the heat
You´re out-of-control, ain't it sweet
Your slim Jim John gonna break some bones
Lock him up, he ain't no

hear, reminding me of why i do it!
Need the blood to lube you up, never to give a fuck!

You my little slave have indeed run all out of luck!
Yank out

Keep Talkin'

Juvenile

Reality Check

2006

my block's hotter than Cajun
I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak
Known to take G trips

sending demons right back through The Gate

Mind through nose coat hanger making blank 
Grabbing life by the lips and beginning to yank
That jawbreaker is

we are again
Wish I had known back then

That you'd do anything
Just to yank and pull my strings
But I think that I'll cut loose
I'd scream but what's

SHOELACE  YA, YOU'RE WOUND WAY TIGHT  I'M GONNA YANK YOUR CHAIN, MISTER  AND WATCH YOU SPIN LIKE A TWISTER    CHORUS:  GOTTA BE COOL IF YOU WANNA BE NEAR ME

friends all about you  
And my mom made up the bed in the guest room   
And my dad thinks he can talk you into  
Rooting for the Yanks, so I'm drawing

scriptures, scripture scriptures, drawin' sacred lines
Slingin' psalms like bullets, truth declin'

Heaven tug on my left, hell yanks on my right,
Standing

Hey, Johnny Reb
Wanna listen to some music
Certainly, Billy Yank
Here, put this record on
Johnny, this is the soundtrack of the Song of the South

Anal beads make me scream yank them out im good to cream
No more love only lust
Thats a big dildo in my butt
Oh yeah i'm your little slut
What a big

Gangsters

Wiley

Playtime Is Over

2007

The government tried to destroy my race but them man turned into (gangsters)
You think when Yanks come to England, they want to be around them (gangsters)?
I

late one night when she's at the bedroom door
I get an eye full of that perfect form, oh yeah
I've cashed that in the yank bank, it's gonna serve me well

green argyle, Yank fitted headed
Anything he spitted at, kilted-ed it, dead it
Stomp gators, a little more complicated-er
Competition slayer
No pay for no

behind those bars?
Who will mount the challenge
To yank that door ajar?
Defender of the voiceless,
Defender of the wronged
Warrior of Justice
Sing his song

strings all
Yank out my red 40 heart

Bathing in violet light the lines
Tangle and part
Traveling back and forth in time
Falling sideways

In America

The Charlie Daniels Band

Pure... America

2011

and the hippies
And the rebels and and the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally
understand

pulling her body toward the rafters
I yank her tonsured hair and I pull
Shackles on her ankles are my reward
Shackles as bracelets are my reward
Oh but when