Lyrics:
Lift off, thirty minutes after the hour An 'nem schönen Montag morgen Lag ein toter Mann am Strand In dessen Nähe man einen Astronautenanzug fand
know I?m sick nigga? Lick my dick, nigga Forty-four caliber killer gun toter Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor Pack your stomach in a compartment Old
U.N.I.versal Unleash the black rain Show em who in control, electro-magnetic pull on the hole, ill as toters bang out Til we sittin on swole the strongest way
dice-shaker Try play us, your whole crew will be price payers Knife-waver, gat-toter, life-taker Nice flavor, real fruity like Clyde Davis Sweat suit, fly
broke nigga, Snort dope but I still maintain sellin' coke, Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker, Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter, I'm a spittin' I'm a solja,
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
Folgers Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's over Something like Velcro,
I'm crashing This chopper sang, make him dance like that nigga Michael Jackson Ayy, I'm a glizzy toter, like a notebook, I'ma fold her She was
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
close the [Incomprehensible] Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at Now where my D Boy big gun toters at See I been thuggin' all my life,
The foreigner of everything holy, call me the conqueror The room darkener, I'm the toolie toter, the carpenter The God philosopher, it's the holy mountain,
sangen laut Wo ich mich selber ausgesät Mein Herz in toter Erde steht Vergiss uns nicht Weißt du noch, im März Der Vater hat das Feld bestellt Der
was retarded finally got you in the front row, wild now I go and do it again with Zug Izland I'm'a axe toter, Uz'a deepthroater wouldn't know a juggalo
bang, ayy) I'm a rider, pistol toter Pistol blower, kush smoker Bands all in my pocket Think you goin' take it? Stop it My youngins get it poppin'
Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, nigga dooka-dooka I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter Just in case the opps see me and be like, "There go,
plötzlich Leute um Es ist weder Pest noch Cholera Doch es heißt: Mackie geht um An 'nem schönen blauen Sonntag Liegt ein toter Mann am Strand Und ein
Folgers Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's over Something like Velcro,
I go hard, bitch so hard Stain gang bitch rob you for your cock My bitch mocha, I'ma choke her Not with my hands dog, with my stroker We some toters
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
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