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Jesus Christ

Cisco Houston

Cisco Houston Sings the Songs of Woody Guthrie

1963

laid Jesus Christ in his grave.

Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty little coward called Judas Iscariot
Has

Maxo, Maxo Kream 
(got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Clicc Gang, bang

Slug on my neck like aqua (hey)
Plug and connect like

Speedom (WWC2)

Tech N9ne

Special Effects

2015

pretty hot
'Cause he knowin that Tecca Ninna's a dirty chopper
He's handle, holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hovering having hella go H.A.M.

Come on
You can't be scared to get yo blick dirty
That's how the game go
My uncle old as hell he still rocking kango
They sent your ass back home

Look
Stop the car at the red light you might not make it home
Pops always told me the streets dirty make sure you keep your chrome
Turned they back

raised by my momma
My pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up

(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned

The Heat

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter

2004

find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire

a
Baby by a Denver Nugget
You don't love him, you want security, baby
Your bugging financial liberty you're after
It's how you live
But the blood test

find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire

jaw game dirty
I can't stop, you chopped, who sturdy
G-string drop, beat box, she purring
We speak knots, do not speak words
And before my knock pops

I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill,
But I won't be able to sing it until,
I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track,
Of the dirty little

Ride Wit Me

T.I.

King [Import]

2006

and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some

This, this, this, this one of them ones
Yeah, Tech N9ne!
Turn me up a little bit more, Ben, so I can rock this the right way, brother
If you got

to get yo blick dirty 
That's how the game go 
My uncle old as hell he still rocking kango 
They sent your ass back home 
You'll couldn't pass go 
I pop

hot
Fuck sunblock, when them guns cock
Fingers inch, trigger click, guns pop
Oh and problem when them guns blaze
They'll burn your ass a
Little more

Hailie when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you

on Meek, I'm on my Pac shit
Y'all rap niggas on some pop shit
I've been ducking paparazzi with a pop bitch
Glock .30 in the cockpit
Sipping dirty

a trace
Pop a fuckin' xanny I be rapping with no effort in
Kill that
Kill that nigga granny she deserved it I ain't stressing it
Little brodie mad his bitch

where's the bitches?
This crazy boss just fucked up the
Game word to the clippers
My enemies bitch got her face
Right by my zipper
Tequila is laced, give me

far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song

Check it out
Well,

(bi-itch)

Pump, pump, pump, pump let no shots
Double Glock Glock
Nigga pop pop it don't stop
In that dirty south
Burn up the whole block that's
What this

contracts
Honey do you do dirty, niggas is still contacts
Lovin' the babes daily, feedin' 'em, bubble baths 
Can't let nothing walk by with a bubble ass

far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song

Check it out
Well,