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They make a lot of noise, then laugh in your face
Make the wrong choice, and they'll make feel like you have no place
Life is just a constant chase
Cracked out beyond all reason
I ran sulfuric like an egg
The time we died I could smell summer rain in our wake
Running at some point no longer
was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm goin' through this difficult stage, I find it hard to believe
Why my old Earth
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
A piece furniture, egg beater, thermos
mind if I sit on your face
Every time you text me, I text back In a matter of seconds
No, it's not a joke, not a funny one Blessed to your house to go
I've been a roaming romeo
My juliets have been many
But now my roaming days are gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
(Let's go)
All I've eaten in the last five days are
Christmas cookies
Christmas cookies
All I've drunk in the last nine days is
Egg nog
Egg nog
the egg's plans all disastrous
I'll just rev up and spin like this i can't miss
I'll blast through the darkness of mystic caves
The dust hill, feel
and turning on the bed,
Jack thought of his late father
and his story.
I wish I had a hen
that lays golden eggs
in times like this.
The next morning,
when
egg, turn that shit to eggnog
And if I fall, my money is my cushion
Niggas can't see me like they not looking
To the red flag, a pledge of allegiance
It was from the heart, everything was real
Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl
chef hold my stomach in
Yeah I like 'em fried, she like 'em sunny eggs
Ew, those some runny eggs
I might flex around the world and then I start
What's in this egg?
What's in this egg?
It is round
It is round
c turtle I have found
c turtle I have found.
What's in this egg?
What's in this egg
And I like the way you think
But you can't have the waitress
Boy, everybody's tried
There's a cowboy down in Abilene
Who keeps her satisfied
They
of chicken
Chicken.
Messed up making boiled eggs
Man I should try again
In the kitchen cooking eggs
Hope that yolk don’t burn my pan!
Well it’s not my
know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up like
lunch (yeah)
Chicken and some eggs, your legs, watching them spread
You need it right now, I love watching you beg (ooh)
Macaroni pasta, sausage with
keep me fed, uh
I might cut that motherfucker
I might eat him up for supper
I might have to make another
I might have to make another
Fried egg
My
I smoke a bunch of dope
That's not true
White washed washington lost a lot of oxygen
Smoking so much cigs I think I might have to stop again
Went
So... I can't find the dock you put the Nintendo Switch in
Also I'm gonna have to buy a bigger bed
And I'm gonna put our mattress halfway in
critical, money I'm making, is, always residual
Praise to the Most High, He, blessing me spiritual, get on my bad side, I'll, have to get Physical
At it since
Xtra maddd
Dah gyal deh look so ulo ulolololo
Mek mi tell you supn
Right now me link har
An a one ting mi a guh seh to har
A di better walk a di
I have an egg
It's not hard to tell
It ran away
And now I'm in hell
How can you say
You have one to sell
Just a small egg
Free from the town
It don't feel right, don't feel right, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Yo, in
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