Lyrics:
something to piss rocks
Kidney stones and moans from their cis cocks
Sit tight in the train station waiting on a staycation
Watching DVDs of Three's Company
On Terrors
c Fraud To Spread cgendas cbroad
cnd 911 Was c Sanctioned cttack
We Know That Visitors crriving
From The Stars
By The Masses But They Keep It
From Summer's Caught Ho'in
The Winter Cars Come Out, The Summer Cars Go In
And Some Places Is Breezy, And Some It Start Snow-Ing
And If You Planning
Here we go
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
From the front to the back
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
Juggalo clap clap, juggalo clap
wasn't meant to be starved,
Face, white,
Revenge of the Hittites
When you were inside,
And you thought to take a walk in the park,
Think someone's about
a bakery. The delicious aroma of freshly baked bread wafted out from the door and Max couldn't resist peeking inside. There, he met a kind-hearted baker named
origin in reality
Is buried by focusin' on our differences and this is called insanity
Race war is a distraction from the class war
I motivate on Black
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
, get a Shaq
You will never catch me linkin' with these hoes, they get you whacked
I pass up on the ten if she ain't got no fuckin' morals
How this
(Fun to me)
Comedy gold, I don't give a shit and you probably know
Have it on your Bromley-by-Bows
'fore I get dark like only night knows
Linkin
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
Bought your bitch Burberry undies to
Put my hands inside
This a hundred round, fucker
It hit's who you standing by
Finna buy a street in Detroit
And name
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
(East Side)
I'm a New England Boy (East Side)
Boy, Boy, Boy
You know I gotta shout out where I came from
No pun, shout out to the main ones
Connecticut
heart
You built a fire inside
I was in the middle
I was in the middle of something dark
When we would walk together
On frozen ground across the park
All
dvd's inside our home
(Lil' Flip)
down south we ballin for the millenium
I got a drop escalade and I aint even twenty-one
(Lil' Flip)
down south
Cosmic galactic baddie
If you want me you can have me
Take it to the park, out from morning to the dark
Walk the city streets, grab a bite to eat,
She's my
like it from the back
With my fingers in her hair
I love it in any position
Ma I donÒt care
She like when I shine up them jewels that blind her
And drive
I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill
Got the fellas on some Johnny Gill
Steady screaming, "My, my, my, my"
Walk on the carpet with
space coupe
It's Mercedes-Benz
Chopped off the roof
Don't know where it went
Cause' I'm getting blew
Plug from Uranus
Off that space boof
Human brother,
the A-Town (A-Town)
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland (that's right)
So put your fist
havin a specific get-together by the beach
Rolling Rock's, plus Peach Schnapps, served on the rocks
The Organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from
her she was foul inside the cerebellum
She was boostin' sets and runnin' checks, burnin' up the tellers
Now you jealous, that's yo fault cause you
Park, it's dark, it's winter in December
I see my target, put my car in park, and approach a tender
Young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend
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