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hole, stretch your, limbs out
Like Plastic Man, and launch they ass like elastic bands
That’s a slingshot; everything I bring hot
One touch will melt

Frontline

Kottonmouth Kings

Hidden Stash

1999

These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake

Country Girl

Paul Brandt

Risk

Words & Music by Paul Brandt


She's been in 4-H since she was nine years old

She wears overalls and has a heart of gold

She likes ATV'S

We Want the Funk

Gerardo

Mo' Ritmo

1991

persist on rubbing my torso 
I'm Latin but I ain't wrapping in satin 
No, that old disco look just ain't happening 
I'm fresh and new and making my debut

rap bout bangin' but don't practice their preach
I'm gettin' bread by the hour, pull up, fed them the power
Six holes in his skin, it makes sense why

The Secretive Life

Jill Sobule

Harriet the Spy

1996

A crack in the door
A slit in the blinds
A hole in the fence
So easy to find.

People doing people things
Whatever that might be
They go

The Fine Print

King Geedorah

Take Me to Your Leader

2003

The shutter of a cake hole
Who break drakes 'til it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned y'all
Like getting hit with a bottle

that too?
You had some old ass drink, it was overdue
He met his mans in the grave
We put him under too
When I ain't got no Percs
I'm poppin' Addys

Final Round

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Chorus
It’s the final round (3X)
Final boss final showdown

dinner for one 
And I’m going to sleep to forget that I’ll wake up alone

Didn’t say I love you enough now I wish that I said it too much

Didn’t realize

to an end

Born in a hole, and down I fell
Until I had your hand to hold and
Lips to bid this gruesome pain farewell

Had made one too many enemies
That

to a hole 
I can't fold
But i swear
That this shit be getting old
In the studio
Pour cognac 
Thinking fuck it all

Fuck it all

Fuck it all

down the hole yea 
That rabbit he sold that old soul to the drunken sea
All I wanted was to be set free 
And trust me an apple doesn't fall far from

and left this old shit hole behind 
Then I heard them say she went to Hollywood
She could make it with a face like that, of course she could

'Cause Baby was

get to speaking and and I was a lil shy but
I got ya Instagram that was enough to make me wild for ya
And I admit had me hesitant
Months go by we steady

walkin through high water
Old dude tried harda then a suicide bomba
Im like "Dad is too late, Ima foo, why botha"

[Chorus: x4]

ignored, by everyone else up in the psych ward
Its taught in schools too, how to be a decent human though
I guess it doesn't matter who's taught what
Cause

Ughh
Shoutout My nigga Ty Goods, D, My nigga Joker
We in here shouout Chi
Ayy
Fear none but god nigga we both men you bleed too
Skirting off in that

realize I'm in first place,
baby powder, smack a fool, all in good tastes,
this old school pimpin', true kings accept their fate,
you can't imagine the pain

getting struck by the lightning
Was It me that said that the good old days were over
Was it me that didn’t want to get any older

Did I really discover

foggy, noisy, crowded, smoky old bars
The more I think about it, the less I think I took it too far

class
I was thinking about making this cash
I was living too fast
Got so used to moving on from the past, that I never could accept where I'm at
Dead

was afraid to fly, I'd be afraid to live

Pilot seat in an old tin can
Gaffers tape and rubber bands
Hear the choirs in the rush of the air
Too much

She suck on this D
Lil hoe did it all for the free
Pop that pussy
Turn me on electricity
Choppa by the door
She a squirter so we fucked on the floor
Pop