Lyrics:
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4,
With the sharpness of a troubadour.
I dare you look him in the eye.
His stench would make a buzzard cry.
He
on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the throttle, and then a couple'a boobs with
You're a gym (teacher)
You're a Cancer and I expect a little shit
I'm a fifty year old man and I like it
I got a three foot rock hard on
But I'm too busy
at smiling
Most of your life
Look damn good in the dress
Zipping up the mess
Dancing with your best foot forward
Does it get hard
To have to play
The skeleton
And name these bones one by one
You got the foot bones
Connect the shin bones
Connect the thigh bones
Connect the hip bones
Now what we've got
Think you're gonna go
I don't want to know
'Cause I taste disaster
That is what I'm after
It's like fuel, like when my foot is on the gas
Dead
With one foot in the grave
With a blade against my wrist
In this world that makes me so pissed
I was a master, I was a king
Now my angel's got
time is up so
Bye-bye love I'll catch you later
Got a lead foot down on my accelerator
And the rear view mirror torn off so I ain't ever lookin'
playing on the radio
Cranked up loud singing out of key
Tell the whole world who she's gonna be
Foot on the pedal just a letting it go
Letting it rock
time is up so
Bye-bye love I'll catch you later
Got a lead foot down on my accelerator
And the rear view mirror torn off so I ain't ever lookin'
A curious person is Mr Plum
Never glum
Though he had a one foot leg
A one foot trunk
And a head going one foot high
He juggled daggers without buzz
Take my hand, show me the way
We are the children who can't be saved
One more nail in the coffin, one more foot in the grave
One more time I'm on my
Sittin' up at the top, the spot was open, vacant
One foot in the game, my soul is not for takin', no, no
Free my dawg out the slammer
Love my children
sippin' your potion? I'm sippin' my potion
You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion
Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas
You smashin'
foot on the gas (know that), yeah
This shit was given to me, I ain't choose it
Tried to make life and somehow made a movie
The only rapper who can go
at smiling
Most of your life
Look damn good in the dress
Zipping up the mess
Dancing with your best foot forward
Does it get hard
To have to play
foul you
Did you have to give your boyfriend all my letters
I didn't know he was six foot eight
He shoved me inside a locker and I ended up
I will kneel in the dust
At the foot of the cross,
Where mercy paid for me.
Where the wrath I deserve,
It is gone, it has passed.
Your blood has
used to be
Dig a six-foot hole
Inside my chest
Heart like a gravestone
Lay it down to rest
Goodbye love
Amen
Love used to be a sigh like
shaggy's three dogs were trippin on me
Laid out on his couch a smooth nine foot three
They don't fuckin love me no more, I stand up
And put a hole in
it mine
No care for what you've spent, even fool's gold has it's shine
Never held down, never restrainted
Virtue's foot to the throat
Free
And she's my light
My shining star
She's so dear to me yes she is, she is
My rabbit's foot, my lucky charm
Yes she is, yes she is
Whoa whoa whoa
woman, ook woman, jook woman
Then fly from room door and foot woman
Fire pon puckuman plus man weh nyam woman
Weh him do man? You ever yet cook woman
hood inna your bush
Mek you feel more steam than rice weh jus' cook
You see seh mi cocky bigger than buffalo foot
A nah look, hey, wide out your foot
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