Lyrics:
as Eisenours on the dime
yo, I'll be kickin the rhyme
One time for ya mind, your soul your body
D-o-g's on the side of me, smooth as E & J
hard as Bacardi
out just to get a stack back
Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants
Back when "fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant
It started out
out just to get a stack back
Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants
Back when "fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant
It started out
Mes ghoulies rock du Goonies
Aucun goofies qui cop nos goodies
À l'époque j'voulais les kill, j'voulais les dead
J'me dis peace quand j'repense au
So don't try at those same style battle cry
I rock the you-train, the routes that I battle by
I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
No
perpetratin
Tryin to rock a old trippin style
Youknowmsayin?
Originators is here
Let me kick a little somethin
Kick, kick, kick it kick, kick, kick it
My
à Shigansina c'est le foutoir, la concurrence est rayée de toute part
Tempérament Rock Lee, toujours au charbon donc fier de moi j'ai réussi en bossant
Toi t'es
(by-bye)
Brr, squaad, c'est dead
C'est pas l'oseille qui va soigner ma peine
Y a encore des res-frè qui manquent à l'appel
Un pied dans le bendo, j
Kept in the guard of Mother Nature's womb
Resting in the safety of their tomb
Sheltered by six feet of soil and rock
The spade is the key with
Kept in the guard of Mother Nature's womb
Resting in the safety of their tomb
Sheltered by six feet of soil and rock
The spade is the key with
spends his life, livingt in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
Look at me, look at you
You say you've got nothing left to prove
The king is dead, rock is done
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
Look at me, look at you
You say we've got nothing left to prove
The King is dead, rock is
with this time machine shit
But by then you'll have to dig me up
Vinyl over a skeleton
Set the record straight
Bones to crates, time's irrelevant
need it
The ones that betrayed me, forever, nameless
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
Dead or famous
Dead or famous
By the time
roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar
wings, you just hearing me glide (brrrr)
Don't like bitches too boujee for wings and fries
Stay by my side, we rock Louis at Uchi
Ain't talkin' bout nun,
bodda
Dancing nice back again from "Syvah"
Catch da rock 'ya
Dem nuh know ah weh dem run up inna
Di dance 'ya wanted by everybody, dem seh ah killer
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
Ghoulhouse Rock
It was loud enough to wake the Dead
That's when I turned around and said
Let's Rock
The Ghoulhouse Rock
Everybody let's Rock
The Ghoulhouse
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
wished he's dead and gone
'Cause that's no way for him to get along
I stood on the roadside, I cried alone, all by myself
I cried alone by myself
I stood
tweakin
Will I end up fuckin dead?
All these ticks that I'm havin' make it really hard to vent
People doubted me
Let's let em see
Pullin J Pod and Derries
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
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