Lyrics:
This song is a bullet for a friend
Who was raped repeatedly by four men
When she was only 17 years old
This song is a bullet for what
Jurisprudence
like Cowabunga
Hope you get offended by the way I'm stunting
Won't dive in if I ain't got no rubber
We came from the bottom of the rubble
If they
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
circles
Fuck her til she purple bucking yeah
Chicken clucking
Bedroom fucking
Biggie
Welch's grape dinner plate
Got the little kids yelling fuck jake
Got
got no friends, man
Ain't got no future planned
Just Barney, my fiddle and the forest and I Bob T
"Fiddle, eh?"
"Yup. Here, let me show you what i
He said the man from the paper is fitting a camera
To see who walks by at night
The boy at the window
Doesn't really understand what we know
What
the life I make
Happiness joy and freedom
Will be the life I make
Bob Smith was a happy old man
Smiling creases did show
Left the bottle when he was young
it helps me clear my head
Mr. James says
Ten years ago I was rich man
Well I had a corporate office
You know that down on 17th and Main
my old teeth back
I'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater
And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader
It's the chicken
can
Forgive me, I'm a fighter
Still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money fuck the fame
I'm a simple man
Mr international player with the passport
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
Yeah, it's very sad and unfortunate
But escorting this man from the planet
Is in everyone's best interest
When a guy can kill 17 kids, dispose of him
Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Hey yo, check it out man
ICP's back in the haugh man
Violent J, man
2 Dope, man
Wicked clown, man
Fuck yeah, man
Hey, quick,
THE SWAGMAN'S REST – Banjo Patterson
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
We fashioned a cross on the old man's
Always had the sauce, Now I’m on defrost
Way too cold now, heating up like a stove
W the pots bob ross paint brush talk
Water based flow and u know I
You slow gassing I'll leave you brain on your Durango
First classmen, old school with the Kangol
Thug passion, that pussy juice like a mango
Hulk
Endowment
no beginning
me been advance
no luck
me make me chance
mixtape then me go Ep
the third time the charm
Dai - a 17 years old
when
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
a fan of Lena
Close to Katrina (17)
Very fond of Gina Lollobrigida (17) , too
And as for Pasadena
Everybody there's an old shoe
But anyone can see my new
Along the crowded paths of life.
The old man persisted in denying every affection
And his wizened soul desisted from believing in resurrection.
The old
lonely?
From a place and a time, that y'all forgot
But you wanna remember me cause my man got shot
Life is hard, so I gotta be strong
I gotta keep it right
myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, I'm--
[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-k-a James Todd Smith
Hard like
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
a achin' old heart disease
Do it now, you gon' do it? Tell me all about it
The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption, killing me by
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