Lyrics:
"Moe Dee"
I'll take my whip and make him call himself Toby
Whip him good, then I'll make him sweat
Always talkin' about battles but ain't never had
think we're shy
Send us up some little groupies
And we'll take their hands
And rock 'em till they sweat and cry
What you need is
Motherly love
(Get it
knowin' when to stop
Sunglasses indoors, par for the course
Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls
Cages and poles
Call off the search for your
yeah (yeah)
Belly flopping naked in a pool of yellow sweat
Screaming, "Jackass," with a wet cigarette
It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin'
sweat it because it's just pathetic to let it,
Get me involved in that he said she said crowd.
I know that ain't nobody perfect, i give props to those
look at the tile
I remember the way he groaned and moved with an animal skill
I rubbed my face in the sweat that ran down his chest
It was all very
your sweat
Write about your soul your guts
Criticize you and wish you luck
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
There's a meeting this morning
It's just his luck oh damn!
His hand dives in his pocket
For his handkerchief.
Pearls of sweat on his collar
His
River, jest keeps rolling along
You and me, we sweat and strain
Bodies all aching and wracked with pain
Tote that barge and lift that bale
You
the sky.
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked
With sweat,
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them
On the shag rug, look at the tiles.
I remember the way he groaned,
Moved with an animal skill,
My face in the sweat that ran down his chest,
It's all, very,
what I'm sayin'?
And together, we can get paid in full
Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cause ain't nothin' but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my
finish my rhyme
This zone, makes suckers stop breathin (stop breathin)
Sweat bullets drop down to their knees and
Start beggin for your pipe cause you're
the Ak should quit
But I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit
Like pigs when it comes to a showdown
Huff and puff but the Ak won't get
the necks
And chase Manhattan endorse my mic checks
Upset, poet threat
Just collectin' my debt, yo I'm overpaid in dues
Blood tears and sweat, when you
your sweat
Write about your soul your guts
Criticize you and wish you luck
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, but on my street!
It was burnin in my room like an oven
My bed soaked with sweat
know what I need.
Working up a hot sweat
I'm scratching in your pea patch
Plowing through your bean field
Planting my seed.
Sex farm woman
I'll
Oh, yeah...yeah
Belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat
Screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette
It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin'
sweat
'Cause I just wanted to see how hype you could get
'Cause when I came in the door steppin' hard enough to shake the floor
I just started but
and it's all in the timin
400 years blood, sweat and tears
The rain is over, and the sun is here
Yeah, bright and clear, countdown to the year
No fear,
sweat and strain
Body all aching
And wracked with pain
Tote that barge
Lift that bale
Get a little drunk
And you land in jail
I gets weary
Sick
Draggin' that silly old towel all over town
You come home grinning with your hair all wet
Smelling like shampoo instead of sweat
Mm mm mm
You call it
yes he does.
You and me, we sweat and toil,
Our bodies all achin' and racked with pain, now listen!
Lift that bar, you'd better, tote that bail,
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