Lyrics:
a gangbangin' ghost.
Crab is the meat on my menu;
Piru is the gang.
Hell, I was been through,
But I'm a soldier to the very end.
I hate crabs with
eiderdown--and silence
On the 9th February 1935, in Buenos Aires--a polo
match, between a team of leading Argentine players and
the touring British side
the ass end hop
What's the damn deal Moe I'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
What's up Noke-D, what's up Skip dog
Out the south side
Give me the claw that rips at my side
Screaming with pleasure, spikes poking my eyes
Hustlers and losers scrapping in vain
Drinking the blood
the ass end hop
What's the damn deal Moe I'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
What's up Noke-D, what's up Skip dog
Out the south side
of the fucking ground
Zombies - walking bags of rotted meat
Zombies - think your flesh is quite a treat
Zombies - created for power gains
Zombies - another weapon
feel
Before you know it, a piece of meat on a wheel
The soldiers of happiness have gone to sleep
The mirror on the mantelpiece tells me it's time
the damn deal Moe I'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
What's up Noke-D, what's up Skip dog
Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss
called off, when suckas get sawed-offs
I go give her my meat to meet and give it to her raw dog
You, go get the nasty, givin' that stuff, get bought off
I
the chickens are jealous
They at your toes when it rains tryin to hold you umbrella
The new meat in town, all the niggas wonna get down
When getting no play they
the screaming starts
Soon the darkness falls
Eating all my juicy meat
Don't you choke on my American bones
Leave your smiles at home
There's more than plenty
Yo, it's jack parow here,
Fucking better than a chop (barbecued meat) on the fire
Fucking dance bro
Fucking check it out
Here he fucking comes
Without my hand, without my feet
A man is nothing more than meat
Hell is for those who criticize
The truth, it lies behind my eyes
hurgh
I don't possess
folks he out here conin these streets
Heavy artilery boy my milli be eatin em up like cold meat
Ain't no joke bitch, I'm twistin niggaz head like
up on police brutality
Like a fucking thorn in your side
But never question authority
Just continue to be a slave
Play this game, play this game
Dump off your body 'til your whole family die fishin'?
The street mayor, ghetto street playa'
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa' ass
my back on him." Well they took a flagellum and they beat His back and blood flowed from His back, it reduced to hamburger meat that day, His back was
that kill
And all my n*ggas that will yeah
They don't want it there
Just crazy on the out side
Imma give you what you want
If you're
could sleep with the fish
Send 'em somethin' sleazy so
I could teach you
That I could reach you and how we
Do that hog meat real greasy
Uh, Slay told me
the cellar
Hope you rot down there
Where upon your meat and screams
Awful goblins feed
Bleedat! But never mind the "at
" just bleed!
Get on the floor and do
no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill
Go chill
Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills
Off sides like how worf rides with Starfleet
Off pride
love ain't workin' for me
These hoes scrubs, I'm feedin' 'em meat
Puttin' dick in her guts at the Airbnb
Washin' these blood stains out with bleach
side, white toes, my ass eat up the whole seat
Head to toe, I be givin' ate, bitch, I'm gon' eat
Caramel on his tongue whenever he lick me
Nigga dick
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