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Wesley Willis

Wesley Willis

Fabian Road Warrior

1996

racks me with profanity
My demon tells me lies and says I'm a jerk, a bum and an asshole
My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me
Wesley

Who Run It

Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse

2000

'cause the Anna kills of these rap bums
Chemical reaction, cobra the venom shot in to his arm

These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all

guy
Don't like dumb guys
You bum, why do you act so shady
Like Ray-Bans in a black hole
Lonely old hag with a cat
God you're so (so) annoying
So corn

WEAK, WONT POP OUT ON ME 
BITCH IM SHOOTING 1ST SO U CAN NEVER UP ON ME, THEY WISHING DEATH ON ME 
PUSSY ASS HOE I GOT THE CHECK ON ME, NEVER CATCH ME BY

hy's 'n sport
As he signs his bum Kankowski, said I'm never gonna stort
Jan Jan Jan is die soul van die span

Waiting for his turn to gooi Jan's stick

not musicians, deadly compositions and they're very instrumental in eliminating bums

Bring the chips with the dip  
Dip in the whip
Dip right in

ain't the person that I was
And no one told me that I changed
I needed people by my side
But everyone just looked away

So now I'm talking to myself

komercje
Prędzej posądzałbym o to konkurencję
Oni znowu robią całą płytę na bum bapach
Na tych samych tematach zarabiają na dzieciakach
To nie zarzuty, po co

girls need some meds 
Go to sleep go to bed 
You a bum you just shitty 
I'm the best in my city 
I'm the best in my nation 
Fuck these bitches outta pity

yea
Even though they changed on me
Or got some change on me
Thats what it aint gon be, yea
Penitentiary had my brother, shackled by the ankles
Play wit

to crazy 
I'm a hot boy but my drip never dry 
Irresistible like some mcdonald's fries 
Even my bummy fits be fly
You bum now but was the man in junior high

Khuan i'm leap, a bum told me life is cheap
my lyric's dancin', lamp and eatin' fish in a Wu mansion
apart place i'ma dance and only my wiz i'm romancin'

Talkin shit that's until it hit the fan Ha
Run and get ya gun cause you ain't got no hands Ha
Pussy by yaself but tough around ya mans Ha
You love that hoe

And a clip gon' slip thru the lips of her bum
I'm a empty the shit when I’m gettin my nut
Tavis on the block goin stupid buff
Stop Guy on the block goin stupid

diamonds shine like the sun
 I was down broke and felt like a bum
 Now I got rich an hundreds feel like ones
 The ones I came up with
 Know they gonna stay

Look at all the homeless bums
Living in the city slums
Have no money, they can't eat
Making their home on the street

Look at all the preppy fools

Koldt på toppen for en ung løve 
Progressioner for de tonedøve 
Kløerne fremme, man kan jo kun prøve, så jeg 
Katter ud og river by-penge fra

sympathy for I have no more room left to stand. 
Well I sat in the driveway for hours 
For months, and for days, and for years with no end 
Well I sat by

sympathy for I have no more room left to stand. 
Well I sat in the driveway for hours 
For months, and for days, and for years with no end 
Well I sat by

My whole world is dead and gone 
And getting deader by the minute 
From now on 
Spent all my time chasing fun 
Don't remember much of it 
Now that

poor man sits all alone
counts about nothing he owns
you see him there, but you walk on by
his cup of change is running dry

his whole world is cold

Didn't seem to phase him as he chuckled
And told his mama to turn the page.

(chorus) junkyard jesus did you well.

Livin' by the junkyard there's always

idle by
Criticizin' somethin' you can't ever fuckin' try bitch
Don't try and deny it
You ain't on that fly shit
You a bum mother fucker
And always trynna

wicked like a wizard, rhymin? every letter
To beat me, you got to have a army or better

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