Lyrics:
Two by two I bury them in the shallow graves
Three by three they come at me, their guns and swords were drawn
Now four by four before the Lord they'll
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Ireland needs a vision, an aisling
To move on from bacon and cabbage
Potatoes, leprechauns and jaysis Mrs Brown's Boys!
My Ireland is checking itself
After
oral sex
She gave me raw I had no cover start spelling that from the back
I give her shots from back to front enticing me with her (Brown dash)
Not
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
I told them dead guys I don't bury them
Nigga play with them
They gon’ have to bury him
Fuck with my dead guys you's a dead guy
Fuck with my dead
a blanket
Bury me deep in the ground
Cover me over with boulders
Of granite, big and brown
We buried him out on the prairie
Where the coyotes can howl o'er
we vibrate in death rates
Breathe in the empty plates
And still make empathy
I hope this is remedy when
You just live with enemies
They try to bury me
the river I became a man
Floating down the river
With eagle on high
A thousand times on the river
Old man and blue sky
Bury me by the river
When my time arrives
Until then, its the river
charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every window sill in close proximity to my ears. When friends ring and are inconvenient
space like obi wan kinobi
When I die bury me up in my benz and pour it for me, ha,
Yea, Shawty Fine like wine
Trippin on shrooms see me three times
Hate
GOD and ME
God and me, all in me, guardin' me, garden need
Off the kilt when eye measure up
Kick with kill in the city's cusp
Stagger hands leading
the Devil’s trailing on the side
Oh baby since you left me, I may just up and die
Bury me by the big brown oak, when I’m dead and gone
Bury me by the big brown
[Intro - Royce Talking]
Shout out to my nigga B-Love. Music pro
"Invasion"
C'mon.
[Verse 1]
Yes, Bic
They call me the Flow Boy
I'm dope
I'm about
everything's real in the field (uh, yeah)
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros, over in Rio de
That’s why I never ever watch da shit
So you can miss me with your narratives
Cause all you do with truth is bury it
So I don’t never ever watch the,
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
To God's work
If you don't know what I mean by now
You better believe you're mine
Cause you're the forest where I want to lay to bury my seed
And keep
one else
He taught me how to battle and he taught me how to fight
He said stand your ground Mike I'm right by your side JESUS CHRIST
Pulled up with
of the brown
How in the hell the parents gon' bury their own kids
Not the other way around?
Reminds me of Emmett Till
Let's remind 'em why Kap kneels
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
everything's real in the field (uh, yeah)
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros, over in Rio de
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
for me
That never rains in the sun and everybody got love
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for
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