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to see her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up haffi dance some
This is the Puna
beings or weaponry of black magic
Regardless she's not done with this fight
There is no time to waste upon grieving about the past nor of the recent
Chapter 11 HUD
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Alif-Lam-Ra
This is a book, the verses of which are perfected in every
arrested and along with Drax
They managed to escape
Tried to sell a magic orb
But little did they know
The thing that they would try to
Sell was an Infinity
to crawl right under
And let your good times pass you by
When the day is done
And the world is sleeping
And the moon is on its way to shine
All your
double-dash is the name
I do my own thing like the president does
Sometimes I'm like fuck the world 'cause I don't give a fuck
When I do it let's do it every
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
of all her abuse
Word spreads, whispers of all the things she does
Draws a bad crowd to her house begging her for love
Pressure builds til she gives in one
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
Knoxx is there, by the way, I like to call Knox,x because it's too x's. It totally pisses his mom off. She's like, it's Knox, I'm like there's two x's
wilding today
Cause them last words I used show
You how to silence a K
Now your bitch is a money whore
All I gotta do is dial her
Up and she got me Henny
to say this out loud
So uh, if you could sort of roll along with this thing here
This is called, "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Um, when your mind
courage and of course
they would, because they would think all right maybe
this is a little bit embarrassing thing to do,
but look at John and Yoko they're
phone is answered
What? Hey Angelo this is the exterminator
You called for your
Rat problem my account's looking
A little thin
Close-up of what the phone
Ain't your life boring, don'tcha think?
Youp youp youp youp youp youp youp
Life is so much better
When there's some little something
To do!
Does it
the trees
And rain fell softly on your face
Oh I remember every little thing about that day
I remember every place
Grey skies, you were laughing
"Come by"
You tell me things changed and I know you lie
I came by last week, you said drive on up
And your pops came out talking all that stuff
Next
a
Molly with a bunch
Of molly's and popping a molly is gooood
It does I mean it really does
Was that Luda in a Lamborghini
I mean it really was
Hurry up
you are, I could really use your help. Every night something awful comes to my closet, it’s a woman, but she’s dead. I don’t know why she’s here. I
and she had a big red Flower, so it looked
Like a little advertisement, like, you wanna, what do they call Them things, mail-in bride
Something like that,
naked with one of my chains on
She might come and find me (oh)
And then ask me kindly (oh)
Do I want her to go crazy?
We do this every night and then
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
_ "Every Little Thing")
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