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Gut Pageant

Kristin Hersh

Strange Angels

1998

pageant, meat for the flowers
Not too special not too strange
Just the way I like 'em
You find an empty promise and stick by it

Not too pretty not too

Nikoll

Kurious

A Constipated Monkey

1994

but be damn sure
Those days are no more, so classify em as ancient history
Mysery was caused cause your wack way of thinkin
Breath stinkin cause I'm

Puttin' Check Down

Buc Fifty

Battle Axe Warriors Compilation

2000

If I can't get no motherfucking satisfaction
We don't snatch kids, here we go nicknapping
Tell ya in plain English, not in Pig Latin
My enemies just

You Betta Ask Somebody

Esham

Dead Flowerz

1996

and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be player hatin'.
Cause I'm makin this money strait

Freestyle

J-Hood

Rep Ya Coast Mix Tape 12th Round K.O.

2005

can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining

get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")

(Back up! Back up)

Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once

Better you than me, if I pull out that's on me
You poured it while I'm drivin', drive the top off of the V
Nothing in life free, used to sell 'em

I keep hearing it's just a matter of time 
Losing my mind, woah 
Part of me might never come back 
Trapped by all o these ghosts I left here in

like a Pharaoh
Smell the aroma
Can tell the ammonia from de-ammonia
One looking at em rappers as cut and dry
I'm ma smoke them
That's why we go slow

The ladies ballin' too yea they fuck it up, you wish you knew 'em but you sad as fuck
Boy I'm coolin with my vatos, He think he hard actin macho
He finally

purpose
My Xbox control, by the steering wheel color
Fancy fur rug match with the W's on 'em
Peel out in the large OVM Pirelli
Drive on the sour, make ya

to sell smack now run tell that
Bro’s boast how much their flows roast 
Moving the goalposts worldwide
I leave hoes ghost   
I ain’t just someone whole

right back
You fuckin wit my voice
Man this is a wise choice
You a sucka if you bothered by all of the side noise
See growing up it's kinda funny we

I'm that dread head, with a little scruff 
Looking smooth boy, cause times been rough
You still hating? Well that's enough
I'm feeling way too good

I’m not the type of relationship
Just an escaping ship
Fear of sinking deep in feelings drowning, erasing shit
I'm really confused ma so you should tell

Adam: Is that boy balls going off on one again? Look, son, I told you before. It's all lies. Don't fuk'n listen to 'em clarts

Let me tell you

puddem up puddem up

hip hoppin' up to the mic not hoppin' on the rude boy tip I'm makin'
suckers kinda tipsy ‘cause I'm
constantly lippy lippy

Smilez bilingual no cinco de mayo(Mira mira mira mira)
Doing it cuz send me the AK ?? (AK)
Reppin the O, tell'em pop a smoke in the face
Solo, come here

boy a lame
The more that I make
The less I feel pain
Mixtape 'bout a hundred bands
I'ma need paid in advance
Tell that girl to bring her friends
Oh

that our fucked up relationship bring my mom tears
Tell him its all love here
Tryna make a way to be a pioneer
Dad used to save change to buy a cold beer

worried bout how they glistening
The words missing
A certain something
They copycats
I’m the Black Dahlia
You can tell the difference
By the precision in

along
You a little boy looking at things, things looking scary
When you climb up, looking from above, not so very
Things previously considered to be

Yeah
Turn me up... Louder
Spiketape (it's the potent)

Ayo S.P.I.K.E (huh?)
Tell me why they look like they mad you (why?)
'Cuz like PMS I got em

dope lines than the cartel 
Switch up the tempo 
Im wearing all negro 
Moonlight w/ satan 
She making me tango 
Pulling them strings boy
I feel like