Lyrics:
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
touch my body
Who is that? Where you going?
Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then
Blow it out your ass
laser beaks they bite and burn the resistance
Trampled by robot legs no one thing is safe
Everyone will bow down when Bob Venke flies
Bob Venke is
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Psalm 104:4, Luke 3:6
When the weight of the world begins to show
When the flames of faith begin to die
who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do
Advice-giving by killers who obtain
Bullets and dice, gamble with it
Put dentures on your name price on your head
Sell it for cheap, like an eBay domain
Blucker,
a girl who breaks hearts
Like they were nothing at all
I've done it too
Now I know just what it feels like
And just like I said I have no regrets
who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
Ain't this the dude that said that it ain't about the price tag
Now on your records all that you do is brag
Come on Bob, I thought you was better than
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high!
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy
Got
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Jeremiah 1:5, Acts 17:25
It could have gone either way when it came down to the choice
To keep the life
they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
Show ''em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won, n****s talkin s*** get
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
the future
The location is planet Earth
The time and date is 1999, December 31st
11:59 p.m., the anticipation of what I think's
About to happen got my
and a fall so grand
Bob may have survived
But he lost his
Woah what an ending
Woah what a twist
Bob is gonna need to see a therapist
Woah what an ending
Woah
And like want to be from the country and everything like that
You know, like really like the south is like
It's cool to be from the South right about now
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
of money
(Yeah)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Look
This is my stress reliever
But somehow, it became my stress
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
cram to understand who I am.
Damn, by the way can I please get this dance
Let's not freelance cause I'm just getting started,
Believe me that was
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
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