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Yeah, woo, yeah
That's the idea, man
The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man
Fuck, shut up, man, you're

Don't need more crewmates (Nope)
I know some rappers who want me dead today
I'm turnin' it up, man, I'm sorry
It's too late
I'm off three edibles, bitch,

Man it's cold as a motherfucker
I wish I had some more phonk or something, man
This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone Magazine
Here interviewing

Telephone Call From Istanbul

Tom Waits

Franks Wild Years

1987

my head?
"Get me out of town" is what fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trenchcoat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival,

Mo' Mail

Spice 1

Hardest Hitters

2002

But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,

the King of Britain dead
I wanna thrust a knife deep in his chest
I wanna feel and see his blood run red

I cannot rest till I am King
For no man's fool, am

I Gotcha
Uh huh, huh
You thought I didn't see ya now, did ya
Uh huh, huh
You try to sneak by me now didn't ya
Uh huh, huh
Now gimme what ya promised

Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde 

Luxury cars of all makes and models 

New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle 

Glass in

Dead
Dead
Dead

I'll do this shit on my own
I'll do this shit on my own

I gotta go get it
I gotta do me
Fuck who ain't wit

Man you can catch me

or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal

with president Grant
Now I walk in right according to plan
Smooth Latin grooves by the band led by Zan
He's singing "One Man"
That's my jam
Sexy girls

Little by Little

UB40

Signing Off

1980

Poor man's anger rising.  
The ostrich hides his head.  
Soon the red blood will be boiling.  
And blue blood will be dead.  
While we say.

on a black man praying in a garden
Because his grace put your hardened hearts on trial

It was Easter the other day
And Jesus, after being killed by the cops

tough?
Let's try bullet proof!
And we don't drive by and pull off
Me and my dawgs we pull up and park
Walk down pan him like young man have this
That's

Tell no tails to a dead man's ear
Distorting my story someone hold my beer
Rock your dome to the atmosphere
The fate of those who do not adhere
What you

it? Pricks
I'm at your chest like Jamaican vicks
Rolling with Clayface, that's Batman, Superman shit
Yeah, get out my cape and shit
Don't make man

come, connect that digit
Now you get a next man mimic
Hands on a tech, rap with it
Say it with your chest, cap with it
Then you get a cheque, cash with

Dog tags swangin on my neck
Clanging off my chest in remembrance of my granddad
I'm the moon man
Take me to the moon man
I'm holdin back my tears

for me

Hello?
When I drive by y'all see the butterflies
Ima be sellin' brand new merchandise
Oo buy it up stick my name right inside
Ice 'round my

Not Dead Yet

Styx

Edge of the Century

1990

Go out get drunk get wild have fun
I don't got a million dollars don't drive a Cadillac
Give me half a chance 'cause I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead

They like to mess with my brain, they love to fuck with my brain, yeah
They try to drive me insane, if only they felt the pain, yeah
Painkillers

Your chest's filled with kids that
Ran away from parents
You get inside of kids' beds
With a little thong
What you mean by Billie Jean
Is little Billie

All My Shootin's Be Drive-Bys

MC Hawking

E = MC Hawking

And we'll be long gone before the cops arrive
'cause all my shootings be drive-bys

Ah-yuh
I'm busting more shit than an incontinant man at a chili

Imma kill all you pests jigga
Fuck fake friends man that shit's a dead end (End)
I just don't fuck with you, you a dead friend (Get outta here)
Fuck fake