Lyrics:
down the Union Line
Whip-thin, hickory-black, tap-tapping
Our sad-faced chatter into rhythm and rhyme
Oh, I'll be no more
Oh, I'll be no more
See me running to the clock call it hickory dickory.
Black autis nobody rhyming to impossible victory.
So small overweight could fit in them skinny.
There's a place in the valley, down that old Midland Trail
Black gold in the mountains, and hickory on the hills
At the devil's tea table, if you
There's a place in the valley, down that old Midland Trail
Black gold in the mountains, and hickory on the hill
And at the devil's tea table, if you
an Excedrin
On the way home
The empty parkway wound its way back through charred black pine
Just like a wormhole
Hickory death rattles into stagnant
sky
Draw it back smooth ready to fly
Shaking, steady, hold your form
Lightning strike from a thunderstorm
Harvest from His garden on our knees
Black
they worship is a fake
Just put your brain in an open wide place
Hickory dickory dock
I'm bitin the front of my Glock
Hickory dickory dock
I'm bitin
Tennessee
When I think about the sound
Of wind through hickory
It takes me back
It takes me back
Where I want to be
Takes me back
It takes me back
To where I
the GOAT
Put legends in the past, Acura shit
Hickory dickory dock (hol' up)
Niggas, they kickin' them nursery rhymes
These niggas be pissin' me off
Rollin' even if you can't picture me
Sticky green leaves, pussy smell victory
See me sittin on the dock hickory
Never really fuck with fuckery dickery
Shout
at the thought of it
Mm "I ate the heart of a Baphomet"
Is what I say when they
Ask for start of this, mm
Hickory, hickory, guns with the thickery
Just gave your
Who built the ark? Noah, Noah
Who built the ark? Brother Noah built the ark
How did old Noah build the ark?
He built it out of hickory bark
He built
map and dem a chat
A tell de whole a dem keep quiet
For me seh hickory, dickory, dickory dock
Me seh de slackness a something weh a go change with de
Lust
Hickory dickory dock
Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate (eheheheh)
Mo' dollars, mo' cents, for the Big Six
Another million led
the spatula hit
Diamonds on V8 nigga I trap out VA
I'm in a black lil whip
These niggas fruity just like Loops
I got the cinnamon toast crunch
I keep
Cheap guitar, greasy hair
Shitty mic and webcam
The opening riff to "Adam's song"
LEDs, black sweatshirt
Smiling wide or sobbing
To you, it didn't
he'll marry me
I'm going to the hills of East Tennessee
The hickory wind is blowing cold
I hear the shrill of an old black crow
It breaks my spirit,
I can see the does between the oak and hickory
I look up to see the bobcats, in the pine trees
I don't know if fate knows the right life for me
Trust
know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with
The boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin' crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that
Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler's Lust
Hickory Dickory Dock Hand In My Pocket
Robbed Me For My Chocolate
Mo Dollars
Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler's Lust
Hickory Dickory Dock Hand In My Pocket
Robbed Me For My Chocolate
Mo Dollars
crackles as I start to break
The body of the snake that's fake!
Unto my people, lies and deceit
Through trickery, but, Hickory Dickory
Dock, time's run
Fox Samantha
The hickory-dick slickest nigga wit the
raps that sound nifty, wait around to pound sixty
I'm freakin the rap slurries witta black
land
False stories of Christopher Columbus
Holding Pocahontas' hand
Black History is the shortest month
I just hope you understand, when the
Native
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