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a motherfuckin' gimp

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In rap pizza parlors they 
Toss your tattered up name
Call you biter 
Have

The Night We Called It a Day

Manchild

The Night We Called It a Day

2002

of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason

compelled by a yearn 
I never settle, I rebel pedal to medal and revel on medals for excelling the word search 
Nerd cursed to to turn my concern to dirt

Where you first greeted by a welcome mat of mad hardships
We live the ghetto novel, the novelist never write about
Where them pistols with them hollows

keep writin' my songs!

So I'm the results of a thousand electric volts
Got a neck wit bolts
[Everyone's opinion seems to be false]
I'm a kid who refuses

calls the shots
Makes the big decisions
But make sure he’s in bed by 8 o’clock
Ah, madam, don’t fret, just hook up his brain
To 500 volts, you’ll soon

and ducking
They fleeing and tucking they tail
I can post bail
In case it happens
That I just happen to book yo trip
Early to hell
You just been saved by

The Chosen Few (Live for This)

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

screamin, "I'm so poor"
Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up

Tell me why the hell
does everybody in this
world wanna know about us?

Do you know? (16x)

(Shaggy)
Well, me and ABK
we be like (Hold up man you got

the sun comes up, Then we
Sleep it's a hell of a Paris
Once upon a time
A guy called Dylan Thomas was destroyed by
Poetry audiences sit your asses down
I'm

(Talking)
And they owe me (But you owe me)
Niggas talking trap
Ain't never sold weed (Sold weed)
Whipping crushing since I was 16 (Whip, whip)
All I ever

I make my own reality
But I still visit hell
As a Nigga
You either die or end up in jail
Or sell your soul for gold
Now that's a heavy load
I got 16

but our frequencies all in line
You want to go to hell just go to church that's where the demons dwell
Ain't no tide can save your soul this music shit

tell by now my jimmy is riled
I've got my fuckin gat ready
Shes just a rodent to this game, she might even be a rat maybe
You were born for nothin for no

searching
Can't flick the channels just surfing
Cause I heard we're bout to stop murking
I changed the channel to the news channel
What the hell they talking

it's twister
If ya fuck around he'll shoot ya
And, when you drop he'll proof ya
Soft side don't show if he don't let it
Took a sharp right cuz the hoes

mantis, I stay enchanted, by way of magic in goin gainst the grains of 
Sand in the hour glass, ah
I'm just kiddin like a sour patch, ah 
This a banger for

Yeah
Death must be heaven cause life is hell 
Yeah

Death must be heaven cause life is hell
And where I'm from 
Girl spread more than Windows Excel

a palm pilot, dubs mixtapes on TDK cassettes
Or watches Nick-at-Nite, if you think I'm kicking it old school on some 3:16 shit
Grab whatever beer you're

used to be kissin' servers, now I'm spittin' 16 verses
I like yo stripes, give her the pipe, havin her yell out cursive
She screamin' out hell yeah, she

This for all them nights i was out there slanging that dope hard as hell
We was making sells in the front yard but wasnt no yard sale
Get in that

christening beats
Might quit at this, take a quick sniff of defeat (Check)
Ima do it, it's not true that’s the easy way out
Tried to do this & be by myself
Got

Shawty been down with me in and out of hell
Break a trick hit a lick never kiss and tell
You would think im UPS how I send the mail
Double vacuum

Yeah
Yeah
Uh

If you so hard then why you not working 
You not a God, bitch you a merchant 
Selling yo soul, just for a purchase
Live by no code,