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the gun orgy with this forty-edged doe (oh)
I put it down with my niggas from the dungeon
Since the day the pigeon coos Kelly caught your free lunches
We
to pack the fo', put the nine on your hipster
Bang and gettin high, slap-boxin, yeah, a g-ster
Manchester Park, I remember summer school lunches
Mobbin
that's what my hunch is
And someday, jade silk long gloves
Will be the power dress for corporate lunches.
They brought the bellbottoms back , we said it
Avid One
Drop these lunches off then take this Betacam to a place on Dean Street"
Most posts seemed to involve the lifting of heavy boxes
Feelin'
l'ouvrage
J'ai poireauté j'ai pas lunché
J'ai fait la queue toute la journée
Vers les minuits j’ me suis aperçu
Que c'tait une file pour les p’tites vues
am I still broke?
We got hard rock babes in a Chevy Nova
Havin'high powered lunches with the scumbag that owns us
Studio, studio, night and day
El is a call at lunches'
As she keeps ranting the waiter approaches
‘Be honest you want this to work or not?'
‘Er, doughballs please and an American
winter long
The early morning hike, the rented tandem bike
The lunches that we used to pack
We never could explain that sudden summer rain
The looks we got
Bogus hunches, justice
Touches, clutches, touches
Pushing, pulling punches
Rackets, bluffing, lunches
Pulling off a fast one
Riffing off
to speak - but there has been some talk, - I could be worker of the week - They'll give me half price lunches - and my own parking space - if I ever get
When I was eight or nine,
I took a trip up north with my brother, my father
and my uncle
We woke up early and packed bagged lunches
and cans of pop
CALLED MY GIRLFRIENDS|SAID I BOUGHT US A WEEKEND|AND MY MAN'S GONE FISHIN AND HE'S TAKIN YOURS TOO||WE PACKED THEIR LUNCHES |AND THEY PACKED THEIR
A couple hunches
That made me skip a couple lunches
There's no assumptions
It's right there in your face everywhere
It glares in your wake
So the plan's
lunche w galeriach
Wierzyć że przetrwam tak do śmierci
To Mordor mą religią jest
I Sauron mym bogiem też
Kierownik jest kapłanem mym
Ja jestem ich wiernym
Whoa-ho
It's a legend of lunches
The lord of buffets
I could slam it for days
Whoa ho
It sets my patties ablaze
It's time to stuff my stuff in its stuffing
just get me home
I am sick of Tang and dehydrated lunches
And the electrocardiogram
So far away
So far away
So far away
In this three-dimensional
the girls are back
Kicks and punches
Are coming in bunches
Punks get bagged up just like school lunches
Skip the starches you need more substance
The girls
kept loaded and the patches in the wall
She was in the kitchen making lunches and the kids were in their beds
And in a flash we lost you to the war
they feelin' me
They clutch their fist reluctantly humbly as to build with me
Discussions over lunches on how they once can appeal to me
Tip another
odor off the weed like your grandma's butt
No attempt to disrespect, but my grandma blunt
But I'm known to eat expensive lunches
From the farm right
Expensive lunches, wages off of hunches
I bet the dogs and if I win it then the paper yours
Pack your bag, wash your pussy, then leave
Meet me
form, re-born, with some great expectations
I'ma miss you too, believe it
Got dealt some bad punches, but I'ma roll with it
Got served some bad lunches
interruptions ain't do nothin' but pump me
Been had the big head since free lunches, no money, clothes dusty
Without no big cousin to front me, down deep in
rigamaroling utility
Powerful being scoffs at dog ears and near
Truths smeared between index
And appendixbut heck
I'm smart now and at least
The lunches were hot
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