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Ends Well
Your boy's like Macbeth, you're going to Hell
Measure for Measure, I am the best here
You're Merry Wives of Windsor not King Lear
I don't know

to hear!

Listen to that!
Would you listen to that?
Buddy
Is that a noise
Or is that a noise?
Where's the machine?
Gotta get it on tape for our wives

Living perfect lives with perfect wives
With their pools and their yachts
The mansions and dogs
Enough's enough  Oh yeah!

No, no I can't take it no more
I

Ruger (Rugerlaba)
Ruger
Ruger (Rugerlaba, Rugerlaba)
Ruger

I like wetin I like
I get nine wives but e never do me
I go like to add Lovett, Kiki,

Ethiopia!

Penetrating through the deck
Smashing up my port-hole yeah!
Not a soul in those penis-fins
Turning sailors wives to widows.

His teeth flash in

Ruin every beat when I'm touch all the mics, trap like
Like yo that's a good ball of light
Now I'm in this place, with these footballers' wives, ayy

talks in stale voices
Wish they'd play some billie holiday
Well I thought of you
I'll think of you
Oh, I think of you

Wives' tales through Birch

Why do farmer's wives take age
The way they love grandchildren and Sundays
It never stopped a little boy from clinging to the hemline or frostbite.
I

All shall perish, fall to ruin
The end of times, impending doom
Seven years and seven lives
Seven brides, the devil's wives
Seven priests and seven

niggas' wives (Ha ha ha)
Yo, listen man, we ain't fucking around man
We taking this shit, man
To a whole 'nother fucking level man
We fucking coming with

their
Drawers and pants like balls
I like the force, a sight for sore eyes
I make wives, lil' tykes and all cry
So you can all try, all guys, all size
Me

I know he's got a lot on his mind
He's had a wild life
Two sons, a foreclosure,  and three wives

Now he's back on track
Did ninety days in rehab

someday, buddy
We havе peace in our lives
Together or apart, alone or with our wives
And we can stop our whoring
And pull the smiles inside
And light it up

South, West and East
With spears and flint knives
For taking eyes for eyes
For cutting down more lives
Stealing land and raping wives

There is no end

wives daughters and sisters?
Are they still fighting in the street?
Only bad boys in such a friendly city can go out at night
But where’s the party, where

Will we have wives and children
Or is that not written for you and I?
You know they want what's yours
And they want what's mine
And if we're too

Lake for life
He was divorced by 2 wives
His thoughts were on pornography
and abducting girls for slavery

From Leonard Lakes sick desires,
death

No more giants
Waging war
Can't we just pursue our lives
With our children and our wives?
'Til that happy day arrives
How do you ignore
All

wives and Whores
Roast their little ones Screaming in the Fire
Piles of Severed Heads built into pyramids
Even Cats and Dogs are Slain in the Streets
Not

when
People call us

I'm Roger Sterling, man about town
Booze, sex, lies, two ex-wives down
I never was faithful, I never was home
Maybe that's now why

Evil, tasting so good it must be bad
But way up here in Zygertron
Where you go to find acceptance
The old wives tale when the
Moon turns it rains

a Small Town
Moreso if you seem queer

The Pastor's in the pulpit
Preaching rightous lies
And the congregation they don't know he
Slept with all their wives

and the goblins
The witches and the wives
Dressed in all black
Like a thief in the night
The city never sleeps
It just hides in plain sight
I'm in the shadows

day
Many thing when man face
Man no fet to relate ooo

Get you nama
You dey high my goat
You dey in a posh
You still like my Ben
You get many wives
You