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young niggas jug it 
den bring dat shit back
I like to pop rubberbands a lot
Dese rubber bands can't hold my knots
Bad lil bitch and she dance a lot
Thief

Drop Dead

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!

Thing-fish:
You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!

Evil

when I get to the racks
You gon' watch me snap back, no rubber bands
I swear that our love is D3AD
So I fuck that girl in a hearse
I wear crosses on my

Mosh

Eminem

Encore

2004

the last half
Of his career, typical manure movin' past that
Mr. Kiss-His-Ass-Crack he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back

Come

Get em man, about a man, rubber band, droppin money
Bombs like a taliban (Hallalla) we gettin arab money (money)
U want this hook you gon' pay dat money

elastic
You can pop a rubber band or you can swipe the plastic
I make him blow the whole damn bank, do damage
'Cause if he don't swipe the card, you

until my arrival, sorry
The dawn, the Prince, the King, I'm the King
Aye everyone! I'm the King
I'm the King tell 'em

In this motherfucker
I'm in this

a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should

Work

Twista

Beach House EP

2014

what's left behind
And what's to come in the same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means

counterfeit
Im not the type tell my business
Specially when it's bout the vision
I'm not buggin I'm not kiddin
We doing laps around em,
Victory laps around em

no fold
Yeah

Said I got em going crazy bout to lose it
Out here's setting trends on some new shit
I do a bit of saucing getting stupid
Tell them hoes

it
Fake niggas and fake bitches
Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it

You ain't gotta lie though
You know I got a thing for mulattos
Just follow

Tell em put they hands up 
Like I told em freeze 
Its a robbery I want the jewels and the cheese 
Its necessary get this doe by any means
Its

bands
Sheep after sheep thieves put to sleep once again
I came to wake em up and I won't stop
I came to set em free and do away every road block
I'd hate

rubber bands around these
Twenties all stuck (it's old money)
I could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck
Yeah, that's forty-five plus if
It get there

vendetta
He said he a better rapper, lil nigga I'm better
I'm better
Niggas hating on me, I never met em
I did it first, feel like soulja boy tell em
Passed

remanded
All I keep is cash money, stacks in the rubber band
She don't wanna fuck with him, she said he's a bird man
Now I'm on my weed shit, early morning

The Bluegrass Widow

Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

The Live Album

1988

Boys, which was a bluegrass band I was in in College Station, Texas. 
We were a little four piece band, we played weddings and parties and out

money face the same way
Rubber band up (Rubber band up)
I don't fuck with new niggas
That'll get you jammed up (For real)
Spent a dub on my chain
It shine

swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up

Toy Box

Insane Clown Posse

Hatchet History: Ten Years of Terror

2002

used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with

bruh
The way I'm sitting cozy on the beat like its a sofa
I spit the facts real watch me tellem like I’m soulja boy
I hit the track with conviction

this paper
All these fuckin' bands huh, runnin' em' bands up
I feel like Danny Phantom, in that Phantom
She call me rich and handsome, with my handgun

stank hoe
Constantly after my rubber bands
She say you the coolest I’m not fan
I’m just a man
The master plan
Yes we can
Obama mindset
I’m the president