Lyrics:
just made the charts this week
With a bullet! With a bullet!
Lust let me put a little more
Rancid Budweiser on my beard right now, Baby
And you can show
I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas
With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas
And I race scared niggas, them snake
looks both pale and wan
Then little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
There's beer all in the barrel and brandy in the glass
But
wonderful game
Maureen disappeared
And came back in a beard
And we all had to guess at her name
We talked about growing old gracefully
And Elsie who's
Christmas
Sneaking downstairs on Christmas Eve
I saw a sight that you just wouldn't believe
St. Nick by the fireplace dusting off his beard with
saw a big fat man in a red disguise, y'all
He had a fuzzy white beard and big black boots
He had a pack on his back and red caboose, now, check this
Dumb niggas with long beards like they Arabs or Jews
Or from Israel, Bismillah al rahman al rahim
Islam's a beautiful thing
And Christian
That long gray beard hung down to his chest
Ol' long hair was always a mess
And the laugh on that man, I'll never forget
You could hear him from
to spare
Black jack safety pair
20 rounds one to the head
Whole clip strike the beard
Breaking news fuck the feds, buckle up
Simon says do the job nothing
need a king cobra
With a hook in it, hope it lean over
He got some money, then that's where I'm headed
Pussy A1, just like his credit
He got a beard
(nah)
Now I got her in my room (ah)
Legs wrapped around my beard
Got the fastest car, it zoom (skrrt)
Hope we make it outta here (ah)
When I'm with
but this pussy water make the beard grow (woo)
Cook for him like a housewife then fuck him good like a nympho
Pay the rent and the car note, he invest
thought I'd let it pass
Santa is an anagram, you're suckered by the beard
Bringing peace to everyone I think that's kinda weird
There's no such thing
black men
The Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley reenactment
Savion with a beard, yo, I'm tapped in
Stretch money and make it do a backbend
Frontin' niggas try
blades, yuh
It's Mr. Parker, he get sharper wit' age
Be at your door with the beard, I ain't talkin' no raids, fuckers
Black mufflers got the cowards
shake that body
Whoa, what do we have here?
People want to know how we could be that weird
How many hoes want to clean Mac's beard?
I kill flows,
without the beard
Man, all these new niggas weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king
I get money, I make money
I take money, them bitches
Neal Cassady drops dead
And Allen Ginsberg's tears shampoo his beard
Neal Cassady drops dead
And Allen Ginsberg's lips tighten and thin
Neal Cassady
caldron in some train yard
My beard a rustling, a cold towel,
A dirty hat pulled low across my face (across my face)
Through cupped hands 'round the tin
Beard little longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya
Drill sergeant, still thorough wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell
beards like they Arabs or Jews
Or from Israel, (?)bish'meal Allah, el-rachman, el-Rahim (?)
Islam's a beautiful thing
And Christian and Rastafari, helps
outta those well wore tracks
She goin' back
Moss hangin' down like beards in the bayou
Old folks watchin' from a rockin' chair
Ain't no place for
a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin'
train yard
My beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat
That pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands around a tin
Can I pretend to hold you to my
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