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I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!
make they heart stop if I decide to pop up
I can make a million every month and don't drop nothin'
I found out a way to make a thousand-dollar profit,
How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from
with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes
Diesel by the bundles and the hard grams of Caine
D's when they come through, it's hard to get some change
it's so nuts)
(Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick)
(I respect that)
I done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me
Somehow, some way they just
deep like a bachelor
I turn shit over like a spatula
You know how it goes by now, word to God
Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard
Can I talk to ya'll for a minute Family?
I want to read a an Obituary for The Black man.
We come a long way, but we still got a long way to Go.
I
could spit so hard
Not gettin' into Harvard
But I got a lot to offer
Set flame to my report card
If I had my way I'd bulldoze a tank
Straight over
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four,
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
On everything I love, It's We The Best Music
It's We The Best over everything
Get money, mo' money
Every time we come around
Doors goin' up, panties
the slinky on the steps of that scene in Ace Ventura, and Cupid is Jim Carey
Hi, I'm Jon, and I'm sorry that I'm the absolute worst at this
And by "this", I
really need my flow
Really, I need you, It's my time to blow
If a change gone come, let it come, fa sho!
I'm honest, I need to know
It's been too hard
everybody made their way to their seats
It was time for the show, the crowd took to their feet
But right before that piece of shit started to speak....
Mike
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big bone
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we switch on him
Finna wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get
Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big bone
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
is there really more
Fuck I need a feature for
Ask somebody else to come with heat and they can't even start the fire bunch of Billy Joels
By the way I
day, in a
Mental way some of us still one
Get a setback for every build up
I know songs like this, no time
For these, ‘cause you don’t wanna
Hear this
every year, it seems to me.
Them cows are mule deer wild and hard to find"".
The other fellers seemed impressed as Wes put on a show.
Camp stories flew
own time,
And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you bleed indeed,
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