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the corner
Caressing his cock and his balls
Along came his mum
And shouted ""By gum
You'd better wipe that off the walls""

Simple Simon met a pie-man
Going

or taser 
you home

Nuked and neutered shell man 
stay grateful, play along

Smitten by some young one 
who danced for Falun Gong

Burned up as a pauper 
in

sie boxen dich nur
Also gib mal Handy, Geld und die Uhr
Der Albo macht dich um eine Mille leichter
Das ist die Straße, scheiß auf dein Fightclub
Es

Zeit
Zweiundsiebzig Stunden bleiben uns bis zum Kampf
Entscheidung in Thailand, wer ist der stärkste Mann?
Wir sind hier um das Wettgeld zu kassieren

Bruder, ich wünsch dir viel Erfolg
Ich bleib immer da für mein Großstadtrudel, um mit ihm zu heulen
Ein echter Freund, teilt jede Träne die du weinst

und du schluckst 'nen Gong
Ich brauche keine Maske tragen, um in Clubs zu kommen, yeah
Wenn ich komm, geht der Laden geduckt
Wir sind Psychopathen

Es gibt keinen Schmerz, nur über zwölf Runden
Es gibt keinen Gong, der dich aus deinem Kampf befreit
Auch keine Zeit heilt dir deine Wunden
Bei

Und wenn ich einen deiner Truppe nur mal zucken seh'
Liegen sie nach 'nem Gong zu Füßen wie ein kaputter Zeh
Merkst du, wie bei Labels Druck entsteht

T.M.I.

The Bacon Brothers

Getting There

1999

WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON

She woke me up late last night
She said something don't feel right
I think it would be best for me
To get this

chances
Not blocked by transit
The rope was handed
Y'all just didn't enhance it (uh, uh)

Um makin' all these promises (um makin', makin')
When y'all don't

of mine
For Ireland, Iran, Iraq
And the suffering caused by the Indian ocean's attack
For Falun Gong and the Berlin wall
The homeless, the hungry,

at the shore, long ago, safe in your arms

Roll with the high and the low tides
Lost in the stars and the night sky
You'll find your way by moonlight
I'll

Batons were drawn in a beat down marathon
Why can't we all just get along

Cops chase one son, beat him like a gong
Why can't we all just get along

One

deemed as the purist race
You're fake, you're late, you're whole mindset is totally out of date
Value is determined by your will to add onto the cake
So

Trying to get 
Themselves in tune 
From July to June 
You get supplied 
By this loon
I got some 
That call me a coon
But I'm a 4.0 
Even though 
I'm higher

My rhymes will split must be a glass I spit
I’m MGK but you say I’m losing aye
I could make 50K just by moving aye
I might be the greatest but no billy

ten w teatrze gong
Jakaś czerń I ojca wzrok I jakiś koń

Dawne czasy dawny teatr dawna strata
W czasie wojny każdy dźwiga własny ciężar
W końcu sztuka

freedom's under attack
Take back what was taken by the white man
All the mothafuckin money these are my demands

I'm living like some real shit (Real shit

Ścieżką pośród pól

Wtedy będzie nasza miłość
Może mała trochę biała
Wtedy wszędzie uprzędziesz
Złoty słońca gong
Nie przychylisz mi nocy
Progu dnia nie

did’t think we were gong to make it at all
I don’t know why but I was losing my mind
I was screaming and yelling and carrying on
Just yelling at everybody

with lames
Who probably all deserve a can
Of whoop-ass opened up
By any means and circumstance
I'm swervin' back to work
Inside my brother's gold Le

poziom że aż można by zapełnić sennik
Wtedy miałam sen teraz jasny cel do niego tup tup tup
A raczej bang bang bang

Słyszysz? Nic
Właśnie bo ego z ego

I'm strong with with my grind

Hit the bong like a gong and let the ringing make a song in my mind

This is everything I live and breath

A different

bogowie i demony
Ukażcie swoją moc

Nocą gdy zawoła ognisty gong
Bosa i bezsenna odejdę stąd
Na płomiennych skrzydłach ulecę w mrok
Przejdę siedem piekieł