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The Real Sin Savior

Apologetix

Keep the Change

Parody of â??The Real Slim Shady" originally performed by Eminem
May I have your repentance please?
May I have your repentance please?
Will you tell

over these so rappers
I'm too spiritually spiteful to be expressed by your pastor
Take a breath because life is getting much faster
Reality don’t battle

Heating up like a kettle
Cause you know my raps are special, yeah
Ohhhh
Buckets like a free throw
Ohhhh
Deadly like a long bow
Didn't mean that last part,

on wheels
Leaving ya, ghost in ya tracks
I want a hill full of bills
I want my rap platinum plaque
I want my music to last
Attacking whackness
Like

hangin' with uncle Tito
Last thing I remember we was turnin' up to Migos 
Shoot my shot hope I'm not Shaq at the free throw
Whatever whatever it really

Uh, lately I just been keeping all my thoughts to my self
Aye
And it's crazy how they say I can't be living by myself
Aye
And it's crazy how you

long dough
I got things all over da sticks phonecall free up the 9 not Rondo
Bally on no ID John Doe
Ding dong no cruisr control
Tru say I werent born

where you pasted
Can't see him john cena, we lay him to rest where he lie
The blood was the last thing he tasted
He faded out
Air it out
Walk through

getting too open
Blending the taste of the both with it

49ers sweater that i got from the thrift
No lie, last week someone commented on it
I was shopping

of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge

We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we

im no longer in school

Coolest people that i know, yeah they say im cool
Thank you god by brendan thats a really good song
Went to bryce embrys house

Now I'm back without a grasp of reality
Finally see the realism of life in actuality
Finding myself terrified by my own infernality
If I'm gonna rap,

pulled his hunting knife and he plunged it real deep
Hardkoop too weary for the pace they would keep
Got left by the trail and that's the last he was seen

of my neck and the arks of my palms
cll my tattoos are connected by my arms, and
These two arms are connected by this torso
Who could ask for more, ho? I

sprinkle the 3 cheese
It's not delivery
DiGiorno by the piece
I only get the cheese
Cause the toppings got the fees
Stop talking bout pizza please
Papa John

made by simpletons
On God, you niggas ain't really getting it
Protocol9, you rappers are finally toast
They make a simple song to act like they can boast

Cambatta
Around the age of 5 was the very last time
I looked my father in the eyes before the nigga bounced
I was bout 6 when I seen my momma get her wig

So Much for Love

Susanna Hoffs

When You're a Boy

1991

Written by john hanes, pearl e. gates, peter charles dunne & hilary hanes
Produced by david kahne
Released on "when you're a boy" (1991)

I got

Situation 9

Jully Black

Ice Cold

1999

The situation, got them iller than an AIDS patient
Wild niggas, who be acting like they free-pacing

Now, as time goes by
He's looking out his window, see some

Bye Bye My Love

Arabesque

Arabesque III

Written by Jean Frankfurter (Music)
And John Moering (Lyrics)
Bye bye my love, Bye bye my love
>From the beginning I have told you so
Told you so
I

sins, now I run 'em instead
I'm addicted to this glass, half full of suspense
Story of my life come free with some hen
Really wish my ink would last

I'm in beast mode
Any King l'ma dethrone
You a pond I'm a sea storm
Stepping up to me
Get your feet blown
You wouldn't last a sleep in my peace zone
I

through, man, John can see now, did it by myself
I ain't tappin' out until I'm chillin' with the title belt
Huh, chilling on the day to day
We won't

death how would it be?
Babys coming everyday and space no really free,
Imagine living wid culombus, Nero and John the
king!!!!
Yah likkle boy so betta yuh