Lyrics:
Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
flew into the house.
Shh. The kids are asleep.
Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
moved carefully
so that the children wouldn't wake
Lorez, don't stop
Money making moves, it's my favorite kind of language
Mess around, I slam him on his head like I'm Kurt Angle
Put his body in
I worked at the Rialto, I sold tickets at the door
And Oscar he'd come by most everyday 'bout half past four
And he'd pay to see some movie that
to me, eenie-meenie-miney-mo
Catch an Eskimo by his toe while he's tryna roll a snowball (you don't own me)
But don't make him lose his cool, if he
and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like
"Where the bricks at?"
He made me spend, I paid for ten
But brought twenty bricks back
Then I
I'm what you call a dead rockstar
I know they'd love to see me in a cop car
It's hard to love, but when I do I love hard
I took her her and I jumped
think the gods will let me in ?
or what will I give to Krishna when I see him after a long time?
Oh dear
You always told me that Krishna immensely
Rippy The Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
Rippy The Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
Passing the time By ending children's lives
Down in the bottom
The devil he keep trying to fool me
But I know that there is a God
God showing love to His children
And He is not sparing the rod
We see the fake and façades
need some land too
A percent for my camp too
Max dollars is critical
Dividends and residuals
Its more like a billion
For my children’s children
I let you stay here and drink up all the rest
Of that little money that we got saved
But I'm gonna stand by my children
Stand by 'em 'til the very"
spencer diss
You boys are wild, see I mean, you boys are like wild, wild
I mean, completely wild and wildness wildy
Man, y'all just some 'ol automatic
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
though you see Him nowhere
His presence is there, so clear, you're blind not to believe it
Glory to God, He called all His sons out of Egypt
Sons
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
I think of going fishing but have to think about acid rain
I Reel-in to 60’s Rock and Roll and mourn for Kurt Colbain
Now our children are our
BROTHERLY LOVE
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
CHORUS:
HEcVEN HELP US
WE NEED SOME BROTHERLY LOVE
ScVE OUR CHILDREN
WE
finally happened to Kurt though
Even though I've looked, haven't seen or heard from him since 1979
the love that they've given to me
I will not abuse it nor will I lead them astray
You see I love 'em like children, that I see everyday
And I pray, no, we
hungry.
Dad, we want to eat some bread today.
Hungry, hungry
We are very hungry.
Dad, we want to eat some cake today.
If only I could have
one full meal
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