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the syllabus ripping the illest shit stuck in the middle with
All of my hitters it’s something to fiddle with I cannot riddle this I’m not illiterate
I can

prick 
Your attention for a little bit 
One second let me fiddle wit it 
What you got a riddle fuck? 
You got me cynical 
I am not as whimsical as
I once

your heart is too brittle, Tolerance low and my patience is little, you strung me along but got played like a fiddle, i tired to get right but you left

you need me look just south of the middle
I’ll be the one on the roof tuning up my second fiddle

And my loom is on the fritz so I can’t spin shit

beef with the pink in the middle
Y'all can find me with a piece and a fiddle
Peace in the middle, east of a little
Lake Street got sweet tea

and a medicine stick

Dip my lips in a velvet mist
Bake my head like I've never been kissed
Fiddle in the streets with a Kershaw sway
Dr John growls from

the bottle from the copper still
Hiding in the holler, way up in them mills
I miss the whine of a fiddle and the banjo ring
When I cross the state line, I

Bizzle
Go dumb on a beat 
Watch my Flow do the thizzle 
All about green like I'm speaking in riddles 
Was eight on the mic when I started to fiddle 

Huh,

the middle with a fiddle and the hands he twiddle when the beat drops low
theres a fellow and he's mellow playing cello saying hello to the
people singing

I may not look like a star but don't get me wrong
Just give me a fiddle and a microphone
I'll light up the stage with one of my songs
and in a minute

with the Brits for shits and for giggles
Like Malcolm in the Middle
I'm a creep like Thomas Riddle
With my balls you can fiddle
Charm will make you

gold 
Deep down Deep down DOWN

Let the bird fly 
Don't you  blame yourself for falling in the nick of time 
Let your mind free
used to fiddle Puzzle

the broughton settlement. 
the bow of a fiddle and broke tea cup. 
a quilt made of grass and big ol' legs 
sleep in the other room. they shot her 
twenty-three

Waiting on the platform in the cooling summer rain
A ragged band of pilgrims on a sanctified crusade
Armed with drums and fiddles, squeezebox,

medicine

Two bad hoes and I'm in the middle
You don't know me bitch I'm a riddle
She gon blow me just like a fiddle
Feel like Broly, I power up
Smokin

Fiddle
But I'm still labeled a hoe
And I'll admit to it though
Watch my horns attach
I'll show Beyoncé
My halo

Got grit to go with my grind
But shit it's

fuck a penny, and fuck a Becky
I been this petty, never friendly, I'm finna get it
Mate, life is hazy as a fresh Second Fiddle off the canning line

how i do it I'm keeping it simple
And I'm pulling them strings I ain't playing a fiddle
I had to stay down kinda some like a willow
And most of these

a fiddle I said fuck you
I'm the alpha omega don't get buck dude
Use to chill fiens I was smokin on them crack rocks
Listenin to Datsik head bangin when that

played guitar
He was the best by far
My Mammy she played fiddle on her knee
Emmy Lou played mandolin
And old Blue he made a din
And I played banjo like

ace
The future doesn't fret me
If I can only get me
Someone to slap that bass
Happiness is not a riddle
When I'm listening to that
Big bass fiddle
Slap

And it'll blow in the middle of a fiddle who ain't lyrical
Leave'em in critical quality cuz I'm cynical
Won't be civil when they come with apologies
Cuz their

the fiddle
And the kids erase the city line
I always want to thank them
I always want to thank them
The riddles in the clouds
Say the birds are going south

But really I can't play the fiddle
Skin white vanilla, that's how I like all my shakes, F'real
Howie Mandel, when I be talking to thots, no deal