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selbsternannte Strassenking
Hughie Brewer, Tuning-Wunder, Gold an Zahn- und Kühlergrill
Die starkverchromten Auspuffrohre könnten selbst Paul Walker wecken
Und

Schicksalsschritt
Rechts überhole aber blinke links
Er git Speed, s’isch en wilde Ritt
Do kennt er nix - fix
Doch er isch leider zu schnell
Hughie Brewer ufem Highway

yeah
Rings on her like Jupiter, yeah
Everything dark, keep it lunar, yeah
Mixin' enough, no brewer, yeah
Man this night, you know that it feels good

move
Still spin the  clocc for the azul
Still eat your food i aint damu
Still spin the clocc off the azul
50 get sent word to guy brewer
Who running

(JIMOTHY!/BREWER!/KOLGATE!)
Alive, you make me feel alive
Even though I wish to die, some days I wish to die
Alive, you make me feel alive
All these questions I'm asking why,

the truth, they all love starting rumors
Call me the Prince of the Outcasts
I'm fielding the hate like I play for the Brewers
We do this shit for the love

just wasn't enough

The taxation officer is gonna take what's left
The brewer down the road is gonna log another debt
Martha is crying, "lord, Times are

anything
Like the grass through manure
Learned to pass and maneuver
Hitting homers like a brewer
Feel like Homer Simpson
I can see the future
Driving round

that they're shooters
I'm ill like a tumour you old I'm the newer
I stir up the beats you can call me a brewer
I'm spitting my wisdom to yutes i'm

black, from class clown Edna Brewer see I'm tryina adapt, To my little homie Rico had a gun to my back
Just for fun though, Jr high cheese fries lunch

the outstanding Southside High Concert Choir. Robert Brewer
brings to the table his expertise gained from sharing the stage with Edgar Winter, Steppenwolf, April

movin in Fewer now I'm Buddin' like know a Brewer
Wavy locked down in the Feds I still gotta make sure he Fed
I can't call the doctors for these scripts

him in with wheat call me beer brewer
Box him into a pack like a house mover
Run him down with the gang like old sooner
Twin glocks on my hip when I go

JINGLE JANGLE JINGLE by INCHES FROM SIN
                                              Robert Brewer & Karen Holloway ©
VERSE #1:
Merry Christmas Baby

Just like Karma Sutra
No taking days off
I'm not Ferris Brewer
Learn from the best
Crypto Face is my tutor
The coldest to do it
Watch how he maneuver
In

Well, the days are longer again this side of a hill
And the visions are all of the countryside—I'm a brewer who's lost in the still
I feel again like

can't handle all my maneuvers
I'm the shit like I'm in the sewers
A mil walking like I'm the brewers
Biting my meat like its a skewer
Swallowed the skeet

Brewer
Where one night in Witchita he knew how'd do 'er
That Hallows Eve where a good man found God

Snappin like a buggy whip
This uh here ride is gonna

be your curer
Baby put me on trial like a juror
I can put you on my wave like a brewer
Cook you real good like you're on skewer
I mean what I say words

mother's a ship's cook from Carlisle
I was born on the deck out at sea
Me father's a brewer from this isle
So me blood is the rum and the mead

Why, oh why

bread then brooms turn to roombas

The fit get newer and newer
My main goals blow up act like I never knew her
Sipping a brewski the brewer
Poured this

captain
And my shooter on that bullshit like he John Paxton
In the Brewers, Bucks and Green Bay, the only time I'm capping
Yeah, and still smoke B's like

hittin' shit like I play for the Brewers
Basic, but she pretty, got her number when I was at Hooters
Told her I just want the face lil' baby, keep yo'

Packers, and Brewers take the field
We shout and cheer, and our spirit's yield

Oh Wisconsin, you're the place to be
Where the people are friendly,