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Joseph Patrick Kennedy Sr. (September 6, 1888 – November 18, 1969) was an American businessman, investor, philanthropist, and politician. He is known for his own political prominence as well as that of his children and was the patriarch of the Irish-American Kennedy family, which included President John F. Kennedy, U.S. Attorney General and Senator Robert F. Kennedy, and longtime Senator Ted Kennedy. Kennedy was born into a political family in East Boston, Massachusetts. He made a large fortune as a stock market and commodity investor and later invested his profits in real estate and a wide range of businesses across the United States. During World War I, he was an assistant general manager of a Boston area Bethlehem Steel shipyard; through that position, he … more »

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Lord, I woke up this mornin'
And I was feelin' kinda low
And what I have to tell you
You won't have my soul
Lord I killed a man
Lord, I took his life
I stabbed him in the back
With my store-boughten knife
Lord, lord, lord
Why do I do?
I took the life of that man
And now my life is through (My life is-)

I think we 'bout to have the government come and get us
'Cause it's either makin' beats, or become drug dealers
I'm stuck on the fence like those immigrant DREAMers
Just tryin' to live my best life, on a side that's greener
Well have you seen her?
Well Peter picked the fuckin' right pepper for the reaper
Put 'em in a sleeper, thinkin' of ways I could've keep her
Then I lose my train of thought, 'cause my cat is havin' a seizure

You know what sounds a little bit sweeter?
Turn up the speaker, we all know that he's a rat
We all call him a squealer
When they found the body, 23 holes like Caesar
And I'm not talkin' 'bout the pizza, bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout the Roman leader
But you wouldn't know so call me your history teacher
That boy over there, to the choir was a preacher
Tell my story with my coffee, hazelnut creamer
And I ain't stoppin' now, overachiever

Everybody got an expiration due date
But the help is always there, only when it's fuckin' too late
How the f*ck you gon' talk so much shit without bein' constipate?
Put that shit on Jeopardy, to answer that question is great
And bitches gon' hate
Give 'em a V8, 'cause he ain't lookin' straight
Or better yet, send 'em a plate so they can get a taste
Rap snitch knishes, are fuckin' laid to waste

I think we 'bout to have the government come and get us
'Cause it's either makin' beats, or become drug dealers
I'm stuck on the fence like those immigrant DREAMers
Just tryin' to live my best life, on a side that's greener
Well have you seen her?
Well Peter picked the fuckin' right pepper for the reaper
Put 'em in a sleeper, thinkin' of ways I could've keep her
Then I lose my train of thought, 'cause my cat is havin' a seizure

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