Lyrics:
the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all
the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over
a fancy cargo, care of Wells and Fargo, Illinois - Boy!
Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-comin' on over the crest
Like a homin' pigeon that's a-hankerin'
I cap a A 1 vision
Ain't always made the best decisions
But ion saving no pigeons I'm a turn it up a notch for my team
Gallon of drink when we lean
'Till those hopes are just so much popcorn
For the pigeons beneath the 'L' tracks to eat"
He said, "You know, I'll never see Wrigley Field anymore
loaded down, with a fancy cargo,
Care of Wells and Fargo, Illinois - Boy!
Oh! The Deadwood Stage is a-comin' on over the crest,
Like a homing pigeon
Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass
Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her
Big Bub did him something deadly, act premeditated
Buck 60
morning, as I drove down 95
To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
But
A bunch of doves flew by
And landed in a huddle on the power line
And so I aimеd with an eagle's
Eyе and fired but it was
Two pigeons that fell like bean
sick pigeons by the open window
Dreamed of a death ray to disintegrate matter
Detected Morse Code from far away planets
He couldn't stand the touch
the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over
She was sittin' on a park bench
Feedin' pigeons on Beacon Hill
I was takin' my dog Jack out for a run
We had a little time to kill
I still
Tying pigeons to the Giant Peaches
I want the beat to feel like diegesis
I'm tired of politicians tryna sell us diet Jesus
That's like dialysis was
know y'all been told I don't give a fuck about livin'
Killin' other dogs got you cats chasin' Pigeons
Got me itchin' to bring back the beast from
kings had dreams and a big vision
All you give us is government and religion
Is you a freedom fighter or a stool pigeon
Is you down for your people
In
collisions on your vision of me
Is you can't touch it, not even a smidgen of me
You're pigeon shit to me, so drop it
(Damn, here, hit this shit, Rage)
I
mouth
Talk like a criminal
Keep it gangsta son
Never get pigeon holed
Rap bastards tryin' to make a classic
Keep your dumb ass out of the casket
the men in the park watching the
Pigeons in the park do their feeding
Take me home, off the road to the shore
Make a home all alone
Give us all your empty
wings,
And hoppity feet
And a voice that sings
We don’t want pigeons,
We don’t want hens.
We don’t want widgeons,
We don’t want wrens.
We don’t want
the lady she turned into a dove
And flew up into the air
Ah, but he became an old cock pigeon
And they flew pair and pair
Cooing . . .
So the lady she turned
I drive Lambo
Off white yayo, digital scale yo
Fish scale sendin' my pigeons by mail
Bring in my drain folk, [Incomprehensible] folk
I walk these paths for they have changed
I must be home the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain
I remember children
Feeding flocks of pigeons
I
won't die when I poison you
It's time to get the fuck out of my home
I hate you stupid fucking pigeons
I was here first so please leave me alone
If you
to school pigeons
Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot
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