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the pain in the city

She waits for her moment
Now she has a plan
Now she has a choice
Not made by a man
She has no fears
This little girl died years ago

Hedge clippings, John Deere gonna dole 'em out
It might be hustle but it ain't a secret
Duffel bag stashed all up in the coupe
Top Abe Lincoln, we don't

to hear
I call you on the phone
I know you’re not alone
A voice picks up and says—you’re not at home
 CHORUS REPEAT…
  By Gordon Anderson and John Covert

hundred times three
Marathon man so don't run shit by me
I'm a slave to music but you can never buy me (Wooh)
Scared of my success you went into hiding
Not

Take her in the back room
Missionary
Michelen
Give her a Goodyear
Like a Bridgestone
OK
Young and beautiful
Lana Del Rey
OJ
White bronco
John Elway

the trenches
John Wick on your block he
Have you running jumping fences
Free little cronem locked down
Up in detention

On my grind I can't sleep
We gon' win for

little brown thing
Say she coming thru to crown me
She call me King Blunt
I do what she want
Nail her to the cross and roll me 3 blunts
The size of tree

like they bubbles
Got a girl. She got a butt. Safe to say that it's a bubble
I mean I ain't come to fuck. But I sure ain't come to cuddle
Swear y'all be

certified boy lover, your car is made of rubber, your ratings are worse than glover, kissing little girls and boyslike no other, and I had intercourse with

out the wazoo
Poof call me cosmo
think I need my Wanda where she at
Here I am I don't play by the rules
Make some money while I sleep
Finna count some

back
My brother
Nah I ain't gone say his name
My brother John fronted me a P he said move that
He can get it gone in a day how he do that
He said he

to all of the penicillin
Fuck ya statues
A racist history in little white capsules
The actual manifest destiny was carried out by some real assholes

Byrd and that nigga Blew my fucking mind 
He taught me how to roll my Trees up in ezwides 
Take out the sticks and seeds baby girl just take your time

twitter bombs
Checking in on little girls when they're changing clothes
Because they're part of the pageant that Donny owns
Yeah, you know he loves his gals

take part they were here to take over

From the start John Kavanagh by his side whoever though they'd be known worldwide
After 60g's baby

heart strings, feeling like a banjo 

Feel like I ain’t chained down, feeling like I’m D’jango 
That bitch try snake me dutty little John crow
 But you I

by the harbour,
I'm at the wharf drinking a lager

Ain't rocking a stick, my mask off and I'm keeping my guard up
I'm leaving them sick, from John

off
Ion need that stress I need my rest
And by money in the convos now
Ion need small talk I need big checks
Where I'm from the little kids don't talk

Look out, watch it, approach with caution
The A-L-C spins like the chrome revolvin’
Bang out, ventilate, air your brain out
While your girl hit

Caine than Brad fokken Pitt, less Pat Lambie a little more John Smit
Everyone had Nikes, I had no name skoene, everyone had bikes, I drove a fokken

enough, feel it in your cuticles
See it moving through
Your body, ima bad man like John Gotti
Perfect for the ones who so naughty
Sipping on Bacardi
Looking

A Star Is Born

R.A. the Rugged Man

Die, Rugged Man, Die

2004

to a show last week, it sucked so bad
He was in it underwear, spittin' underwear, he's so disgusting
Yeah, my girl fucked him
She sad he had a little 2

either you're a boy or a girl they predetermine your sex
Before you were even born they plan your murder and death
To make sure you never make it to your

Spit Shine Your Black Clouds

The Blood Brothers

Young Machetes

2006

You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass.
John lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags.
Spit shine