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a wormmmmmmmmmmmm!
Thing-fish:
Boy obviously got hisseff a provlum! would y'all like to use my nakkin' one mo' time?
Harry:
Oh, yes! yes! give me...your...how do you
[Chorus: B.o.B]
My soul is getting weary, weary
And I know the ending is nearing, nearing tonight
So just say goodbye and kiss your dreams goodnight
or I don't know you
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you
Come to +Show you Love+, so let me show you
[RZA]
You might get splat by
Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you
[RZA]
Bobby stainless, son, you must be brainless
Drill through ya jugalar vein with my cain-is
Do
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
to do
I was there: upset and ashamed of it too
Then I saw Bob once again and he was holding a bat
He told me "What you waiting for? Go home"
And I said
can do all type of shit to a penis
Give you more love than Venus no diss what I mean is
Don't tell it to me Boo I know how you do
Just like Baretta you
While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you could do
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
you know
How do you like those guys?
Everybody puts in extra notes
I'll overlook it
But the tune for you and me
Is that swingin' symphony
that do the most, and
Why you actin' like you're fuckin' know me?
You weren't there when I played empty shows, and
Wonderin' when the songs were gonna
I do
Got the shhhh that'll straight entice you
Bob ya head make ya feel like
I do
If you think you can roll
Wit an iced out lady ballin' outta control
Steadfast, you know I'm staying loose
Swinging for the fences, like I'm Bob Abreu
I come in dead last, I'm not gonna chase you
Don't want to make it
she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch
When she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
Been Bob, y'all recording for fun
Jim Hopp, bet you OINK with the gun
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
I
Thing-fish:
How you know so much 'bouts what gwine on down deahh, you evil cocksucker! y'all been stayin' quite well un-formed fum bein' in de lab-mo-tory most
to do your time
And This ain't kid next store
Why you dress like numbah five?
Shit is so lame
Yeah they buy there own plays
And he sending me caskets
watch how i get it right back
You know what it is
You know where it's at
You listening I know this shit Slap
Got a droptop
You know it's foreign
be it so, so it be
Revolution, then let it be known
Whatever it is, whatever it be
You just go at it y'all know it, so be it
Then, be it so, so it be
you know
How do you like those guys?
Everybody puts in extra notes
I'll overlook it
But the tune for you and me
Is that swingin' symphony
Used to ball at Bob Bahan but it changed ever since TK left
Broski's traumatized someone you know breathing out his last breath
Emotions keeped
You Know What I’m Saying, Or A Direction Where He Taking You In The First 5-10 Minutes,
Why Should You Vote For Him To Be The Candidate Of The Child
You Know What I’m Saying, Or A Direction Where He Taking You In The First 5-10 Minutes,
Why Should You Vote For Him To Be The Candidate Of The Child
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