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The eulogy for the dead
And the Bishop broke the people's bread
Over old Juan de la Cruz
In the pitch of night a deal was made
The deck's oldest
running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit,
running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit,
the group
Causing the Soviet Union to recoup
And counter them by making its own troupe
It's called the Warsaw Pact, are you ever in the loop?
Stalin dies in
the Sun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Honey's tryna' get me to fondle 'em
Bumpin' in time with the throttle up
Comin' from the tropic's with a bottle cut
Something in me
the dead and the living where I used to live
And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives
Offering their son the kind of love he could never
"they can do better"
How'd they not realize? They
Don't know anything
We can do everything all by ourselves
We can not let them delve in deep
We have out
Assessing the evidence, guessin its evident
By my sentiment (that I'm)
Guest list, top tier, 10 ladies, big mercedes
All my fans in the front wildin, yeah
Covered by sewage and slime
Snap and the spell is broken
Snap and everything changed
Snap and the throttle's wide open
Snap and the future is rearranged
over
We've got the better guns
Outnumber 'em by thousands
We wrote our letters home
Sayin' the Union's glorious victory's near
But Cold Harbor
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song.
I'll tell you of a hero, he's now dead and gone
He was the bravest union boy that I have
your hair
Broke down my walls
When you took my hand
Not a cloud in sight now my sky is brighter with you
With you
Suns beaming down on this old two lane
And they call to me
I wasn't in the bottle
Next to me
I'm down by the call
Maybe the sun
Where nobody feels
They gotta give it and go
She's
the morn
Sippin' the bottle til 2 in the morn
Go full throttle
Number of the model is
1337
Sail the heavens
Cause I'm havin' another one of those days
Rays
to the garden and dug up the biplane
Wings that glinted in the sun
It flew better than ever before
And I determined, there and then
To take up that option
the sun from shinning
Parasite, Parasite, Parasite
This is bad, This is bad, This is bad
We don't want this union no more
They've been holding us down for
yuhhhhh
I'll rest when Im dead...
Gotta get it
Wit my niggas in full throttle
Get it by today
Cus no one promised you Tomorrow
When it rain it pours
I
faulty production fueled by nicotine suction
From tux in my carnivore to vipers in my garden
You flash identify by the genus, species and class
Start
cleaner, wounded healer
Story weaver sneakers speeding down your street
In the dead of night so hi it's very nice to meet ya like
Flying by the seat of my
by death's sword
The many, wise, fools, weak, and strong
Who join in union with death's song
Necromancy
Let's us freely
Cast spells most dread
Speak
think I am able 'cause
When it's all said and done
At the end of the day is a setting sun
Night comes and the twilight's overrun
By haunting shadows
So
will outlast cash
You get respect by bein creative
And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
In other words, if you ain't a gangsta
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