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and when you're all off your face
Or when you're at home
With too much shit on TV
Not another fucking programme where call's cost 50p
But did you ever think
The kids still fighting back forth behind
The glass like the windshield wiper
Good butter here then, let's say album
Brooks brother clear lens flex frame
Have yo' eyes tearin' red
Have yo' eyes tearin' red, look
I be hangin' with demons
Cause yea ima demon myself, look
Yea ima demon myself I'll beat yo'
nowadays rappers come wit Gucci belts and face tats
So imma wear a Gucci suit wit a face mask
Red carpets, red eyes, and dead guys
That used to run this
it
How many verses before I get bored?
How many cities have I not toured?
How many times have I pressed record?
How many red flags have I ignored?
How
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Saucers Over Tokyo
By (c)2000,2018,2022"G*McN"*, cSCcP c.R.R
Since the Touch It remix put the face to the voice
the ladies love my style, they get moist (They wet)
Chose with my mouth closed they ain't have
down
I'll turn the whole New York into Bucktown
A 'Face ain't real Scar'red, cause I real hard
And I ain't no bullshit bodyguard
Walk the streets
his face all red
I think that he thought
That the music was bad, so bad
That I could only have been playing that
To get on his nerves
But, no the music
with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five-hundred thou', like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate
kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
I'm almost emo
on the ship shape and bristol fashion snuck a jammy through the red tape and tip toe past him. Worm teeth grinding feverishly below, as little organic hacksaws
-H-O-N-E
Tracks we got plenty
To spread, yep, I had to fuck up Fred
Cause he caught me fucking Wilma
Donkey style on his bed
Fucking red handed, the Nuts have
You tryin to diss? Well you might get smacked
In fact I might stomp you straight in the ground
So kill that talk and have a Coke and a smile
Or else
rush mic's
Disarmed for that gold-piece charm
Red alert, we all alarmed, ready for combat
No contact, counting backwards ten-to-one
Now let me launch
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
painted white, now they're red. Leave your head in the shed cause you're dead. Gash your liver out and slash your face off, only leaving your eyes pull
you fold
Red face saints monogrammmed in gold
An din this beauty i would not go any further
'Cuz i suddenly rembered
We can't live this way forever
Idle
I used to have a lot of bitches
Straight down for me
Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my broads
Guerrilla
Son of cripple please recall the unbreakable oath
She faces up to truth such a fool but so bold
Sacrifices her life for your soul
You have two
problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)
Without a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggas out
Tell my tales by word
dessert
Ahhhhhhhhhh
What you pushin' say we pushin'p motion boys we got the keys
We leave em dead inside the street they play her right face to hate
They
PHcNTOM STRcNGER
(words and music: Steve Holroyd)
Up, down, turn around
Everybody stop and hit the ground
Everybody get up and face me
I have a tale
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