Lyrics:
in a hole
Mr. the Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it
And that's the end of the song
I'ma wipe it down
Shit, I'll drive you out of town so them clowns don't get ya
I'm down to do the time
'Cause you my partner in crime
(As long as I'm
Jim once had a girl, or should we say
She once had he
She showed him her room, isn't it swell
Texas Motel she asked him to stay and she
Told him
hard because I was white
But that's the way it be
Float like a pit-bull held my ground
To strong boy to control me now
Had a lot of mother fuckers tryin
My name James but you can call me Jim
Or if it suit me why not call me friend
Because I can tell y'all are honest folk
Being that I come from a long
ready to party
Everybody Jones, everybody Jones
Like oh my God, you guys isn't that like Jim Jones
He's totally amazing, do you know how he did that song
There's got to be more
Emisunshine, Jim Lauderdale, Alisha Hamilton
Chorus
Now I ain't no bird
But I can see that sky
Down in this valley
It's
some hope
So when you give up where the fuck do you go?
Jim got up in a rage, still dazed, and he's out for murder
Mums screaming stop but it's like
caught a buzz
Jim Beam in my cup
Whatchu thought it was
It ain't fair
Couple duds blowin up
Now they scared
By the thought of us
Where the real ones
in a hole
Mr. the Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it
And that's the end of the song
in a hole
Mr. the Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it
And that's the end of the song
a nigga got plex well bitch
What's cracking let me know
Kidnap your baby momma then we
Pistol whip that hoe
Do you like Benihana's? You'll get served
In
you do BAD THINGS!
[Jeff:] You mean, he'll make me sin?
[Good Conscience:] Yes, Jeff. SIN!
[Jeff:] Wow!
[Bad Conscience:] Jeff, I'd like to have
to do it
Put on some james brown so we can get into it
No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs
But when you love me please don't be rough
I said "listen,
surrounded by the type of people most would like to know
Now when I tell ya this is meant to be, its cuz I kinda know
I control- micro-phones like a pro
Bro
the warden I
Rock that mustache like jim gordon I pull
Up like a drive by you
Know eye for a eye make him
Go bye bye all they
Do is tell lies I spit facts like
Sara, I know it's been 'bout thirty years since I heard from you
Are you still down in Fort Lauderdale?
And does your daddy still think I'm bad for
eyes
And this is what she said to Jim
It's on you until you give god a try
It's on you don't let this world pass you by
Cause it's on you until you
you to let 'em tackle you
Do it again!' So then dad finally said
'Ain't nobody gonna tackle 'ol Jim
a knife
John was weak and his wife was too her name was Kate and she fell in too
She let Big Jim do what he had to do and John stood by and his life was
looks be gettin me stressed
It's time to dead that
Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats
Terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin
day by day
Yeah (yeah)
Ok, these are the days, the days of our lives
Where do you have a calendar? Because I lost mine
Uh, I lost mine, uh I
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Vote for quick relief
Low esteem masterpiece
And I just gotta let this free
I really wanna know, how it unfold
Where do we go, Oh suck out our soul
No
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