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been
when they brought me to this godforsaken place.
Sign of the cross - they took me away
for healing with herbs by the way of grace.
Now I wait for
Grace Slick
Stayin' up all night drinking that 7-11 coffee

Take off your turqouise jewelry
Shake your medicine rattle

Fill a sock with an herb
Demonized nature our saving grace
We got to put to good use
What the lord has gave
Fruits of the tree herbs of the

[Chorus]
swell with terrors
To banish man and Eve

Another fall from grace
Whiplashed from the gates
Half naked and insane
Full blooded, breasted
Nerve ends tested
beauty so rare
Even elves would praise her grace
Daughter of Bonfire Glade

Guards of birds, streams and herbs
Knock on their door disturbs
Blithe
these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that 



Hook: 

This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds 

If you front
grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna change
I'm
grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna change
I'm
giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna change
grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna change
I'm
kings (What is rap?) Rap is smoke in word, rap is smokin herb Some said "Fuck rap!" Now they stackin for a 'Bird (What is rap?) Rap is nuts and nerds If
grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna change
I'm
grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna change
I'm
hound-dog choking on a feather

But I took my fishingpole (fearing your fever)
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herb
That blooms but one
Yeah, sup Ro, sup Grace, this your boy Den Den
To jump on this track with you boys, knowI'mtalkingbout
It's all about the third baby, third coast,

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