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and I picked up a mic
This stick-up don't glitch up it cross you like Mike
After we done tell her the head was ight
Send that bit home ain't no kissing

sweet and I called her diabetic
Then she saw me run it- got her saying I'm athletic
Come to double-cross you gon' leave with paramedics
They know I'm

Yo
Yo

This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no

nobody knows about like a lemur
That might wild the fuck out, and kick you in the femur
Your girl said she a dreamer
I told her the closest she gon' get

I spent Monday on Strawberry Hill
Till I fell and I landed on your windowsill
I hung there by a golden fine web
I had woven from a hair of your head

From the album, THE BBQ ALL STARS, where every song is about BBQ.

HIGH ON THE HOG

We used to cross the tracks to eat our dinner when we were first

that’s
A manageable fee
Pirouetting in her panties while
I tickle ivories i  kiss her and i gift her
Got a glass for mysteries
Got me rumblin in my tummy

the Christmas tree
Tape it so the whole fuckin' world can see
Laugh as my sister bleeds

Take my lover's eyes off
Abuse her till her guts cough 
Piss on her dead

my consciousness
Interrupted briefly by pukin' fits
Til I find myself starin' cross-eyed at a dumplin stew

Now what miserable son of a bitch could

Virginia

Clipse

Lord Willin'

2002

of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial

If you try to cross me out then I'ma show you I'm a dub (Mike Dimes)

Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes, nigga
Double Lamb OG
Big Lamb', Mike Dime's gon'

Frontman In Heaven

Okkervil River

Away

2016

back her head and she lifts up her hands
She drives herself into an amphetamine madness
She says "Tell me, just tell me I was right"
And she's taken

laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's

the drip
Like catalyst
Voltage like the analog
I played her like some basketball
Hieroglyphics of Babylon

Went outside for a catch with my pops
The ball was

Laugh to the bank, I got silly funds
I like big barrels, but they mini guns
And it's really fun, oh, um
Really in her throat, um, throw some
Really I'm

to your grandad
I don't want you to have a step dad
Except when I am six feet
I want you to be raised by me and her
So I pray for strength to not cheat

idling half up on his lawn
He don't like her driving when the northers come blue
But if the horses went hungry Lord knows what she'd do
'Round Christmas

wanna be
Yo bitch wanna fuck wit me
Them thangs cost like 3 a piece 
The PreZ got no enemies 
I give her shots no hennessy
No telling what you finna see

of the hustla

(chorus)

(cassidy)
yeah i go by the name of B.A.R.S
My album be in stores November the 6
It's celebration time
Ne-Yo, Kanye, Swizz Beats, i

Water to wine huh? nah man I'm fine
This faith keeps on growing harder and harder to find
When your father is dying mom goes to cry
That her sons

her wearing a gown
As soon as I pull up this shorty tell me we're meant to be
I tell that to my friends and they just tell me she the one for me
I just

fuego
While I'm getting brain by Jaylo
And I call that shit a low blow
Had to cock her up assertively like a 44
Straight up I handle shit that you don't

Christmas I want a keltec
She selling pussy fast she a devil call her hell cat 
And the tree not fire if a nigga cant smell that

You know the game don't stop

the people I love most neglect me
I pray to god every night that those people never forget me
Fuck my regret no longer letting that upset me
I wear a cross