Lyrics:
called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann
From the banks
The work ain't done when the last one's gone
She don't do it for the paycheck
Anything at all would pay the bills
Even on days her life's a train wreck
overhead there's a safety net...we fell through
Now we're up to our necks in more bills than ways to pay them
When it rains it pours and I've come to find
your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's
get put under siege
Shoved into a van and kidnapped right from the street
Never to be seen again by any of their peeps
Just a victim buried deep in
Yo, ya-ya-yo-yo
Cats ice grillin' me, fuck em' I buck 'em verbally
Lookin' for a reason as I'm breezing by security
With no one searching me, it's
bras 'cause I let fall bras
Tall bras it don't matter 'cause I love y'all bras
They like a big bank big faces, big bills a big dog
Running back
it on your ass if you fuck wit me
And hit the Interstate, nigga, doin' a bill-50
A purple swervin through the hood wit my car smoked out
and drank, heavy on the sherm
And you don't want to get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burn
Nigga fuck you pay me, but its been slow round here 'Ro
Nigga
keepin in live
versus those who chase the bread
many rhymes misunderstood
and I stand by every line
and I kept it on the under
don't go snatchin my wine
Overtime
Home by nine
Watch TV to loosen up my mind
Pay the bills
Earn a wage
Just enough to keep it all the same
Somehow life slips away
Verse 1 (Ill Bill)
I'm the creep in the mask, snapped of disease from the lab
I chop my enemies in half wit guillotines and laugh
I speak
II lunchbox with bills in it
And I'll scrape by.
I have seen this on some episode
Of Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White Shadow
Rerun in my mind
the jump from the real
His wife was in the cooler, loadin the bill
She had fear in her eyes, when she saw me
She prayed made some eyes, and tried to claw me
your brain tapped by forty-four caliber gats
It ain't like that, cats gotta learn to relax
If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, you're on your ass
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
[chorus]
out here we struggle to get by day to day
jobs pay you money but bills take it away
proud to be punk and now i have a say
beg on the street
and fathers
And fuck America, now the psych is steppin' on toes
Bill Clinton got at least twenty-seven more hoes (yaw don't believe me)
Short ?? take
by urging Ned to tan old Bill Frost's hide
In Beechworth Town a gun went off and Ned thought he'd shot wide
Frost he fell a naked ape and the blood
dzieci
Cały świecisz po Czernobylu na chuj ci choinka
Odpocznij wyluzuj Bill Cosby skoczy po drinka
To klimat chorych Świąt nie będzie pierwszej gwiazdki
Najpierw ją to rozbawiało
A potem dotknęło tak jak Bill Cosby
I pierdolone sierotki mówią
Że nic tu nie zależy od nich
Potykają się o chodnik biorą
Co leci
The prescription that you’re taking to the pharmacist is written on a stack of 20 dollar bills.
Are you still taking them pills?
I remember back when we used to take
Lovely Rita meter maid,
Nothing can come between us,
When it gets dark I tow your heart away.
Standing by a parking meter,
When I caught
they were bigger then Jesus
I'm genuis bill clinton were my speeches
Look you in the eye and lie
Believe it, I mean it.
Girl I'm leaving
I don't
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