Lyrics:
you die
Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies
Son you better wise up and open up your eyes
Shit it never easy, homie people will connive
Sunrise HWY
Kinky Afro
Son, I'm 30
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what
Sunrise HWY
Kinky Afro
Son, I'm 30
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Hey ma)
(Yes son?)
(Can we go to the carnival? Please, please)
(Well, I wish we could, but right now, things aren't going so
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What
face
Until my mother gets her first crib
My hand's on some surf shit
My Spanish mami perfect
Fuck around and get your father's shirt lift
Drop
Some mother's son lies in a field
Someone has killed some mother's son today
Head blown up by some soldier's gun
While all the mothers stand
to match my gang side
I drop a song you wanna hate I throw some gang signs
Pay my bills i said B just pay my bills
You wanna hate you have a say just pay my
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
they wanna bring down the R
Damn, this is breaking my heart (my heart)
'Cause from fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters
I am part of the music
and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mum
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did
And that's word to my mother in law
I be pushin' that fuckin' raw
Like no rubbers at all
Y'all might think that's kinda dumb
(condom) but my sons never
cried, Bill, Bill, Bill when are you coming back.
I cried in a stranger's arms standing there by the railroad tracks.
Oh, yes I did.
The day you left
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing
Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
Deep in
his mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing
Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
a second
You say you don't love her
You push her and you shove her
That's your first son's mother
Word to mother, if it's that bad
Then go and get
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
the bills so I can rap
Momma got them bills government is pocket watching
Got some money on the account naw they popped locked it
Don't wanna hit the fam up
Cause I play Quincy and inject you with some syanide
Catch somebody else, one by one, that oughta get'em
If not I'm forced to use another form
criminal,
how foolish am I to think of him as your uncle.
Next day
Mother please fetch me the lamp I brought with me,
I'll go and sell it and buy some food
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing push ups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my
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