Lyrics:
to continue to build
We must destroy
And unfortunately in the process
Many of us will be liable candidates
Of being destroyed
But in the bigger scheme
the hurricane
As long as my family's safe
I don't care about the candidates
They burnt this country to bit's
Can we make a change
You know it's not overnight
Play with pussy like guitar
I'm the realest one thus far, hey yuh
You are just running, a candidate, hey
Your girlfriend said you are minute man, hey
of another frightened nation
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I am a candidate for elevation
Em dsus4 see
But when I woke up this morning I'd lost all sensation
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All sensation
Trailing off the likes of it
She likes it when it grows
Sending out a candidate
She's sinking her foes
Peaking out then leveling
Wherever
hot weather
I was a candidate for club 18-30
but I've been through all that shit before
British people in hot weather
That's it, I'm looking
In 1844, the Democrats were split
The three nominees for the presidential candidate
Were Martin Van Buren, a former president and an abolitionist
of them as candidates for the president of these United States
And if you men don't assert control your women will rule the world
Now you hear on the radio
Makes everybody so glad
And the candidates who ran
With a long black rabble band
Playing now from town to town
Where the ski patrols are found
Well, that
Amid the heat and the wrack
Hot boots invested and cracked
Poor candidates jacked in the gray light
An ultra-violent call summoning both poet
of America
You say smile I say cheese
Cartier I say please
Income tax I say Jesus
I don't wanna be a candidate for Vietnam or Watergate
'Cause all I wanna
and them rap credits
I'm in the '88 candidates, paisley'd out
In them Coca-Cola rugby's, two bitches, with a front in my mouth
That's right, standin' in
uptown
I won't fall or fumble, trip stagger or stumble
Not a soft sucker but I still come humble
The next candidate, who holds all the weight
It ain't him
that you do
You are a candidate for depression, anxiety
Chains, chains, chains
Chains, chains, chains
Where are your brain? Chains
Are you still
chances in traffic (yeah)
She suckin' on dick no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip
I'm a 2020 president candidate
I done
chances in traffic (yeah)
She suckin' on dick no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip
I'm a 2020 president candidate
I done
Have you seen any mention, it's been quiet in detention all week
Is that so?
I saw the winter party person candidate give a sermon shook his fists,
the background, the fashion's in the front.
They tricked us out of music with this latest fashion stunt.
(Chorus)
The candidate is handsome, he's wearin'
just running, a candidate, hey
Your girlfriend said you are minuteman, hey
Bitch, my trap house, it got management, hey
I got no heart I'm a manikin
want you come this'a way my direction
No deviate cause I don't see a next man
No choice one candidate no question
You get my vote gal you win
and face then masturbate to it
The constituency brilliant but the candidates are stupid
I'm too rude to ask for nudes
But way too ruthless not to pursue
flattes
Quand je capitule, tu me rates pas, tu m'abats
Bas les pattes, je suis plus candidate
Aux amours névropathes, qu'est-ce que tu crois ?
Bas les
you smile
Or how 'bout the bailiff who stinks of a longstanding battle of him and the drink
Or candidate number four the zombified whore who types
the water or redder than white people on sunny beaches
Sometimes I don't be understandin' it
They looked at me and said that's why you the perfect candidate
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