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as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package,
Smoking straight Raw or 3 cmigos “ ion “ f*ck with woods
Picture been painted time to frame it like a nigga Should
Dubb b*tch I'm kicking down door like
on and get a
Piece of my soul
Feel my glow
The door is never closed
I'm in the music
I'm gone live forever
Here in the music
We can be together
Deep in
a good long while
And would you kindly tell me, mister
How in the name of the Father and the Son
Did I come to be your sister?
Take it easy take it light
Oh and all the wrong dudes take their bows
Stolen from those who actually push the plows
A father dreams his son will settle his scores And fathers
your family
Didn't hear from my pops unless I called him
I couldn't put food in the house, ready to kick some doors
Told me son let me help you now I
Driven by presidential security team defenses
I'm changing yo supposition, nah, wait
I'm correcting your corrective lenses
Knocking doors down off
yo trunk too
From the number that comes after 1, 2
And I’m stuck with it son I can’t undo
So I’m 3rdy as hell, do what I do and I’m doing well
I don’t
the papers into his bedroom
With his three wives, five kids, nine lives, and one mistress
He watched his hyperbolic empire grow overextended
He built a third
done
Am one with the Father, Holy Spirit, and the Son.
Word
I’ve been around
Seen places and faces
But no ones’ gonna love me like the Lord God does in
let the Earth make flesh
Now see from the Father, now how funky can you
Get get get get get down, the rhythm must come to such
When it's time to bust,
been a celebration)
(And afterward, his son would've stepped out the door, and run)
(Taylor's family said she was on the front lines)
(Fighting
rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button
Until He Comes
Glory to the Father Holy One
Praise and we honor his only Son
Blessing and we're gonna forever as one
Pressing and we wanna until he
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
the plentiful
Now lookin sorta pitiful
A third of the world at war
Wait a minute
Gotta take care of the rock if y'all wanna live in it
Medicine and medicare
Cause
asyre
marduke sadden by his wound
he sleeps for
forty nights
the anu from the north come
then a messanger sends word
to the faye world
three days
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
And worship God the Son
And sing to God the Spirit
Eternal Three in One
Till all the ransomed number
Fall down before the throne
And honor, pow'r, and glory
And worship God the Son
And sing to God the Spirit
Eternal Three in One
Till all the ransomed number
Fall down before the throne
And honor, pow'r, and glory
You used to like to beat my mom, what d'you run out of belts
Were you scared I might grow up and not be shook of you son
Was your father a coward too
your sister
In 2 years she would slam e a door on my fingers
My Mom calling ER, told them we rushing in
The nurse like why we are? My son got bumps
And I could here your v6
From 50 miles away
We put the drinks down
Thinking we gon dash or stash the shit
Or pick up the gat go out and fight this
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