Lyrics:
The Red Chins in their millions
Will overspill their borders
And chaos then will reign in our Rael
The country of my fathers
A proud land
Chorus (hook)
Never had nobody
Just me at my crib
Working to be heard
By the world I never quit
Left my country
Many loses
Miss my family
of Rudolph of which I'm sure you all have heard
But this part of the story was told to me by a bird
This little bird had followed Santa 'round the world
some day
Made me feel like I had a chance
I’m a daughter of country
I struggled a lot
Had trouble paying my bills
I slept in my car and woke up in
Come on boys and join the fray
Strike Kaiser Bill without delay
Do your duty and stand tall
Home by Christmas, heroes all
But victory was not routine
farewell! (putting the bill on the chair)
Townspeople
That drum-roll expresses our country's glory
Rodolfo, COLLINE, SCHAUNARD, MARCELLO
And here, where he
doing bill's trick
Nat Love - they called him Deadwood Dick Won every rodeo game back in 1876
John Ware in Canada Black cowboy and a rancher. Calgary
in Montgomery Village
Back in Maryland I was living in my sister's basement
Then some shit happened, you know, she kicked me out, it was Christmas
I’m wishing you a very Merry Country Christmas
To all y’all wherever you are
I hope the home fires are cracklin’ and cozy
And the presents parade round
A very disgruntled group
Have posted bills
On the Cotswold Hills
To prove that we're in the soup.
While begging Kipling's pardon
There's one thing we
A very disgruntled group
Have posted bills
On the Cotswold Hills
To prove that we're in the soup.
While begging Kipling's pardon
There's one thing we
and me|Let us wake up Christmas morning, and find him standing by our tree|You can pick him up on your way, he could ride there in your sleigh|Don't make him
what most people in this country
Really want us to focus on
Is what we can do for them
Tis obvious, job done
Moron on the home front
1971 – fraud global
like Bill Cosby
Hunnid bands, in all hundreds
When I make it rain it thunder
Cop a Lam every summer
Wrappin' bricks like it's a condom
I'm a rich nigga
They call it first past the post
You live in a constituency kinda like an area code
There are 650 of these various zones
Up and down the country
look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems
well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems to me there
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money, but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my
You know, money ain't what I need
A dollar bill can't give me kiss
When a little kiss is all I need
It can't take me for a ride in the country
me a gymnast
Wanna be like Bill Gates wanna be the richest
You sending punchlines but you ain't landed one
My jewels shine in the dark bright like
standing around a lot of niggas being passive aggressive
Country on the way to another recession
The bell ring sit down class is in session
Let the teacher
look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems
well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems to me there
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