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Mother-o'-Law
She's the mother of mothers
Whose equal is not to be found
But ten thousand years at work is hard
On a gigolo's knees, and neck, and tongue
And,

Mother-o'-Law
She's the mother of mothers
Whose equal is not to be found
But ten thousand years at work is hard
On a gigolo's knees, and neck, and tongue
And,

Goo-Goo say, No is True!
Gaa-Gaa say, Yaa it True!
Listen then, I tell you True
Once upon a Planet for 10 Thousand Years in a Cult limned by

Then hate with a tail climbed
From out of hell
With a forked tongue spoke from a tree
The Jew died for sin, the black man for skin
The Irish, they died

right hand and a thousand by my side
No harm will graze me as I watch from a distance
The wicked turn to corpses ending there existence
God Your my refuge

You God
Thank You thank You thank You thank You Lord

Come join me sing praises to the Lord now
For all He’s done for me He is so great
I’ll lift up my

are Yahweh
You are Yahweh

A thousand times i sing Your praise
It's not enough
It's not enough
You deserve it all
A million times I worship You
It's not

a grand and three hundred
For my beat machine, my body, I keep it clean
By eating vegetables, while you claim indestructible
I made 'em feel

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside,

for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer’s praise, 
The glories of my God and King, the triumphs of His grace. 

My gracious Master and my God,

for finals report sir
More or less a Forest forager
With Coors in his court
Lo Cunto De Li Cunti
In its native tongue of course
More a reader than

down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You

him is to swim
And flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
I miss the days that O' and Market Hole had scowl on his arm?
And I set

It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

Jars of Clay

The Essential Christmas Collection

2010

Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening

fortress. 
Deliver me, O God, out of the hand of the wicked, 
Out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel people. 
For you are my hope, O Lord God: 
You are

ask your language
Hindi or Ukrainian, Pashto or a Bantu tongue
Shouts to you for building what this town has become
Never understood the racists
You

I'm sitting here in this coffee shop. Y'know the one there by Allen street. The town is filled with thousands of middle class college kids living off

Peeki-Weeki poked her head out of the tent's front flaps
She called to her brother Wohp-O-Wohp-O
Who was busy gathering twigs for a small fire

In

P***y Sells

Snoop Dogg

Tha Eastsidaz [Clean]

2000

stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only

from the back, got her booty flat
I be out here lookin' for the cat, where the coochie at?
Hold on

We out here lookin' for the cat, where

(unprecedented) me? Steel never sing
But he? Skill never bring
There’s thousands on the lineso
E feel menacing it’s crazy one comma cause E
(kamikaze) to kill

And hear the angels sing

Hear them sing
Hear them sing

For lo! the days are hastening on 
By prophet bards foretold
When with the ever-circling years

Shorty

R. Kelly

The Best of Both Worlds [Clean]

2002

for 'em
No lemme sing for em
Just sing for 'em

Check It
Mr. Kell
Its like this, some of why y'all niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mouth mad

Dear Old Donegal

Bing Crosby

The Chronological Bing Crosby, Vol. 41: 1945-46

2005

O'Kelly, McGuinness, McGuinn

Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
And here is your sister, Kate
And there's the girl you used to swing
Down by