Lyrics:
man
And his name is Hillel for who my love is soul brother sacred take it huckleberry
Slim boy take it
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my,
to help me discover
Yeah I only need my space
When it's time to recover
To everybody else
It's mandatory I fall
But seeing that is rare
Like 2pm in the dark
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
...I mean, it doesn' matter 'oo it is, I mean, the message gets through.
Steve: (recorder clicks on mid-sentence)...anyways, 'e did not deserve
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,
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,
dip
Wheel turned to redirect
Refine and go find before the time descends
Well all is well were off to sail
No soul for sale
Bob right bob left
Do it by
I end up dyin' tryna do this shit, lyin' just ain't who I is
It ain't a question boy, you knew I win, the fuck is you saying?
4 PM in the bed, hooray
'Cause it's pretty hard to find a good man
Who gives a god damn...
When he's treated like Job by the powers that be
What are the rest of us fucks
as brave as Bob Newhart
Because he was obviously also just a shy person
Who had somehow found his way of making people laugh
And who knows one day it might
Shit you knew the toll is 25 cents for you to swig my brew
I got influenced by foam because it gets me pumped to get a 40
'Cause they love it when me
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
tell me
Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight?
Is there anybody out there, wants to have a cold beer
Kick it 'till the morning light
If I
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,
Writing down trauma, I feel so dumb
Hurt me a lot, I feel so numb
I just drink, don't fuck my lungs
But anything is better than the place you're from
2PM
the thoughts
The feelings are now
Calm down inside
I'll be by your side
Look in the mirror that is there
It's telling how to share
Even who mistakes
I'ts not
a message to me...
Steve: No?
Bruce: ...I mean, it doesn't matter who it is, I mean, the message gets through.
Nicko: Bruce, it's different...
Steve: It's
you crips?
What’s your name, who you is?
Why you lookin' like this?
I don’t know this prick
I don’t know these dons
Where do they know me from?
Got me
December 24, 2021... 11pm
Mm-mm-mm-hmm!
This is a public service announcement brought to you, in part, by RayKaz
Life's hard, and then you die
Merry
you are
You lip-sync these jams 'cause you're
Far from a superstar
And if you're lonely, 'ho, I ain't
The one who gives a damn, 'ho
I like it solo, no
sport a champion who is as beloved as this one.
And the encouraging gallery goes silent.
Eight strokes ahead of the pack, the Champion slowly starts his
a little boy and his three cebus ... the
Little boy who had a sick cebu, a sad cebu and a mute cebu. And also a
Hippo.
Um ... um ... this is a picture of me
it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary,
have CONFIRMED REPORTS from an INFORMED ORANGE COUNTY MINISTER, that ETHELL is still an ACTIVE COMMUNIST, and it is This Reporter's Opinion that she also
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