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to push the pram a lot.
ARTHUR: Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot -- it is
a silly place. Right.
Scene 7
GOD: Arthur! Arthur, King
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
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
faster and faster, pulling Leonard by the whip, now flying over the ground. Close to the edge, the only way was... take off. And that’s what they did. Soon
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
seconds
Suge in his prime, n****s dangling out the door
Throw a n**** off the roof on the 44th floor
While 43 people stare from the ground in amazement
42
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
Radio, fuck you! Radio, fuck you!
Wait a second, you saying? ayy, ayy
Wait a second ayy, ayy
Is it radio fuck you? That's
What you say? Exactly
Not fuck
four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight
A hundred and twenty eight divided by three
Let me pause for reflection for a second
But
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
G
First name E., middle name Ster
C D G
Last name is Bunny
CHORUS
C7 G7 C7 G7
Easter Bunny, Easter Bunny
D7
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
leaves the ground
It tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by that awesome sound
(T-plus thirty seconds, plus thirty-five
Columbia,
leaves the ground
It tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by that awesome sound
(T-plus thirty seconds, plus thirty-five
Columbia,
hesitant for
Every cat that went in an accident
And seven o' clock time stands still for
Everyman killed by the planet's build
Consumed by the elements,
radio, fuck you yeah
I’m taking his lead i’ma just say how I
Say, be ‘Ye, and win i’ma
Take his lead radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you! Wait a second
Aye,
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
warm
Hasn't seen it happen since the day she was born
Reaching down for glasses that just can't be found
By the time she finds them, why they're down
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