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daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
She said, "Mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A."
The note said, "Mrs
see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free, oh
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr
Halloween!
What's this?
What's this?
[Repeat]
[JACK]
My dearest friend, if you don't mind
I'd like to join you by your side
Where we can gaze into
With this coat and this hat,
Ll look just like St. Nick ho ho ho
You're a mean one, Mr Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
from me (Damn)
No, no, hell no, boy you sound like a joke to me
And you look really broke to me, how I'ma take you seriously?
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt,
Halloween!
What's this?
What's this?
[Repeat]
[JACK]
My dearest friend, if you don't mind
I'd like to join you by your side
Where we can gaze into
gangsta like you, I'm not really sure but I think I'd like to give you
My number to my cellular phone, give a cold strike when you take me home
Girl, you
excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's
This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one
Welcome to Death Row
Like we always do about this time
Hahaha, yeah, nine-deuce
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
dearest friend, if you don't mind
I'd like to join you by your side
Where we can gaze into the stars
JACK AND SALLY
And sit together, now and forever
For
.
That's a cute mustache
Have ya got any hash?
I'd like to make a buy, says the small one.
Now da whole thing's silly
only
Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr
daddy, Mr. Ray Cash
I'd like to bring up a gentleman who's got something to say to Johnny Cash
This gentleman you all know, the associate warden Mr
swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be
Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman
Bet I can drive faster 'n you can
C'mon hoss lets have some fun
Go on shoot me with a radar gun
You look bored and I sure
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied
The reason I'm still breathing is cause, Jesus, Jesus
Jesus! It's crazy how you love me even when I don't love You like I should.
Jesus [Repeat: x3]
Oh,
Said that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All
judge a book
But if they really took the time to look
Then they will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
They will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon and how do
You do my name is Nosey
And this is me sister really (really
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon and how do
You do my name is Nosey
And this is me sister really (really
Uh, good morning
Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test
You got D's
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