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the halls
Hang the star up
We cannonball
Straight into the holiday
Make
Family calls
Cuddled up
Just laying around

A pleasure
I met yah
Right before

Blackmail

Monty Python

Live! At City Center

1976

CAPTION: '?15' (which flashes on and off
Quickly)

Presenter So Mrs Teal...if you send us ?15 by return
Post, please, and your husband Trevor, and your

Handouts in the Rain

Paul Weller

Under the Influence

2003

them all despise
One another one another

But when they all find out later
And they call us by our rightful names
And send us shamefully to old age

Here I am, send me Lord
I'm gonna go, where no one else will go
We are here to love the ONE
When all is said we run, we want to hear well done

Oh no

Rouge laying laws (believe that)
When we was in Bridge City you remember I was Brown Hall big dog
Learn how to side step on the walk, send a nigga now

lately
I can never go back to the days where I was needing saving
Even if you pay me, dodging, ducking, Satan be evading
I look to my payment, let me tell

pain

Without my pain where would I be today
Would I be Joe Joey or fuckin J
Or Strict Nine your ever loving schitzo
Screaming about the children at play

I will make your cxrpse dance

His lives Liam Neeson
That shit can get Taken
I walk through the halls with
A mask like I'm Jason
Uh, where is

belonged where the bench is
Forget hugging fences
Picked a side time to get it
Don't get sick riches
By having well wishes
Look about time that I hold court

The Performer leans forward to the glass and taps...
“Sweetie where’s your brother?”
“Umm,” she goes... “I think the back in his room.” The Chemist nods.
“You

just one step
Down from the man who needs you 

Fuck the fur
Just send it down to her
Oh, fair thee well
And Murray, watch me fly 

Murray,
Oh, I

Drop the Bomb

Brand Nubian

One for All

1990

those who want to flow
Let's go, steppin' in stride as I move with pride
Blind deaf and dumb the God Haji's here to guide
Follow me now children
For

Spittin Game

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security

memories
And forces me to answer thee 

Here thou find me naked 
So that I fall humiliated
Under thousand strokes
Of all these devils, they know how to whip

All I'll say is this game has got me twisted
I'm at war where I never once existed
I exist as a cog within a system
I'm a robot plagued by

I can tell by how he rap
I be with the grim reaper but I'm getting these niggas wrapped
I know where that money at like that shit on Google Maps
I

Day in America

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

So that's it, I got out of bed and took a bath
And got ready to go to the studio
And I got Kevin's reply by email
I called him up and asked if he

worry, I would never let her separate us
Hold you, where'd you go?
Damn, guess I'd better go and save him

Alice thinks that hacking up my pal is gonna

wanna be with you
Playtime is over
We must plan ahead
California beds
With this ring I thee wed
Married with children, no Ned or Peg
Bud or Ed
We unite,

send it by another ten to five
It's hard to compromise, I visualize and vocalize, my local enterprise
I seen the guys, that wanna vandalize, my social

chopped, your soul is mine
"to hell is where i'll send a man"
= I am Lucifer
Worship me and make your children do the same
"like a box of red hots" = Hot

it ain't by Sunday
Ain't repent for my sins yet
Ain't say goodbye to my friends yet
If I got to fade into a cloud
Brother Spooky blowing loud down
Go

where to go now
Don't know what to do now
I'm sorry Miss Jackson



2nd verse: Jay LaMark

Look, Yo
Send all them shots up my way
& think I'm bout to run

There's gotta be something else to live for
No doubt
Fuck shitty pop songs
The ones by children of rich parents
And the ones all written by the same dude