Lyrics:
See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a nigga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code
me and my brothers[00:48.23]These fuck niggas hate me and I love it,[00:50.12]I do nut in they hoes by the dozen[00:52.01]It ain't bout doe don't be
Bob was that guy who fights
Gets into a gun battle type
With a knife
Like, if you challenge him right now
You may be humbled by the fact
That he is
back with the benefit of hindsight
I was probably just a pain in the arse
With a vivid imagination and a bizarre fascination with
Jammy Dodgers and Bob
love to lace,
Come back to my party, yeah its narly, but my bitch awaits,
Ten 7.62 by the pool, I keep that shit in case,
Niggas that want to peep
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
by[01:38.60]Faith in me was plain to see I had that look up in my eye[01:41.49]Cold as snow I wrote the flow you know I[01:43.23]Played hooky on a snow
to rotate the tires on a '72 Subaru.
He learned how to change the oil in all the Pinto's.
And he learned how to rebuild that holly four-barrelled
Leave me the hell alone, get back back back
A drop in the ocean
Stopped in motion
Locked in commotion
Got no notion
Rock and a hard place
Rotten, a car
up here setting up assets[01:13.66]By His grace i'm gon' get me a wife[01:15.00]Baby you can't fool with your accent[01:17.27]I'd rather make love in
get on[00:35.70]Tired of looking for love, I know That shit gone[00:38.87]I know how I feel when you lost it all, I'm tryna get it back[00:42.50]Get in
something real, but you struggle to tell the difference[00:27.00]That ain't really how it goes, is it?[00:29.01]I was in the back, I was serving pack, serving
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
Start Over
Copyright 2014, David Seger
Sometimes I want to run away
Pack up this Chevrolet
And drive until I hit the coast
Throw my guitar in
keep in contact with me that's when I fall back
They tend to move like they was better than
Until they Realize that I'm so elite, a different specimen
no, no, no, please don't touch me
Take a step back, this finna get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
Three by, three by, three by, three by, three by, three,
the whip start lashing[01:02.81]Strikes caught your back, have you wrapped up in plastic like geotrackers[01:06.57]You should look down your path cause wrath
to plead for my innocence
They brought me in another charges of a legal residents
And L-E-N, on a foreign land, understand
Watch me go back to my land
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
for his psycopath
Alright,we stayed at this guy's house
And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89
A guy and a girl got hacked up in his
for his psycopath
Alright, we stayed at this guy's house
And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89
A guy and a girl got hacked up in his
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
you always done
Then you get what you always got
You dumb buffoons!
I ain't seen the back of my eyelids
For about the past 72 hours
Hand on my heart,
for dem Big invasion July fifth surrounded by Reptilian dont let dem trick you dem Ancient Syrian it all goes back to Them blue eyes aryan new religion
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