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Read the inscription there Donated all his time, Concocting silly rhymes, And waiting for the dinner bell to chime it was a snow-white edifice,
hobnail boots Lying with his eyes wide open And the hands busy working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the national
decorated both (ha) Snoop Dogg donated the smoke This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up It all add up Big Dog, Big Boss Huh! Huh!
to make a deal Dressed like General Butterfield Couldn't wait to thank him for The stuffed birds and rubber door Donated to him from the poor It's
to make a deal Dressed like General Butterfield Couldn't wait to thank him for The stuffed birds and rubber door Donated to him from the poor It's
impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust. I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix
mirrors on his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes wide open And the hands busy working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated
his eyes wide open And the hands busy working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the National Trust Hey, I need a fix
cannot make sense of this Hit some protests and retweeted positive messages Donated some funds, then I went and copped me a necklace I'm probably
A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust. I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I
ass, you won't ever diss Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoe print From muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid Now do you want to make a bid? I
a king It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke and no one could give a thing Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty well He donated an old iron
a deal, Dressed like General Butterfield. Couldn't wait to thank him for the stuffed birds and rubber door Donated to him from the poor But its just his
The sole confession of his wife Which he ate and donated to the National Trust I need a fix cause I'm going down Down to the abyss that I've left
stinking zoo You can't even feed the animals donated to you Your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls And you expect me to die here in
ayy I donated all my Jordans, didn't do a post They were taking up the space that I needed to grow That was a Sage Francis line; I stole it But
stinking zoo You can't even feed the animals donated to you Your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls And you expect me to die here in
My dick don't get old Every morning I wake up and cry It's too much dick for one guy But if I donated my shit to science Motherfucker probably
I rolled A party store owner, became a blood doner Donated some blood to a delly street corner I clubed the old man with a brick on the chin It was
just donated it to you I just tatted all that shit on me, then it happened, bitch, it's too true (what?) Bitch, I made a couple M's, not off rapping,
"Remember that cow in the dean's seems awkward And I know your people donated pints to the same pavement But for ash and bone to share a space with
pearls Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots Donated some uniforms, teach 'em how to have guap Primo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
trickin', I skip him like bad songs I drip-dropped a hundred on Jewelry during a pandemic Yeah, my money that long (Baow) I donated too, so don't mock me They
A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust. I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I
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