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Towards my hairy cunt lips dripping parameters , traumatic cunt excretion,filling the broken gaping entrance of my butthole
With your cock, pierced by my

~lyrics~               -NACGGIE-(Chorus)Hands in the air Already aware If I could trust but Your brother so rare Of all those snakes that i caught My

tolerance keep peeking but
Doctors quit seeing us now we seek illegal buzz
My pharmacist is in the streets to fuel addictive tendency’s
By any means heal my

Your a bad lil thing 
Right hand my hitta 
Your the beach no sand
Your the real go figure 
Laced up untied 
Either way your mine
Your the fuel

loss will come across
As a momentary moment to tell the few

To tell a few, my hoolie' crew
Through my time in Mecca I swore weather by my hand

play a banjo
I cut my own ear off like i am vincent van geaux
Symbol of my ignorance look how fast that my hands go
Punch you in the mouth then choke you

not gonna fit in
I just need to follow
N hope for the break free end
I ain't a robot
I wanna live my life
Not by the rules you make
Oh what you gonna do

Jet Fuel

Mac Miller

Swimming

2018

out of jet fuel
But I never run out of jet fuel

Fate in your hands
While you're waitin' for me
I'm already there
Already, dear
Now is only now

mission to destroy yours 
Full circuit driven, I want it all
The power of the world in my hands 
The spoils and fans
Winning from popping demand 
Like fuck

WHAT'S YOUR FUEL?

I can hear no noise - All I hear is my voice
What's your fuel to set life in motion?

The sun is screamin' for you to wake up

perfect nigga I'm human
Real nigga and i'ma prove it
Fuel to the fire, no cooling
Hands up nigga, no moving
Thang on my hip, i'ma use it
Hit the gas nigga,

Do You Like My New Car?

Frank Zappa

Fillmore East: June 1971

1971

from here?

No, ah.. which one is it?

(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in

un-fuck-wittable
I make the movies, y'all try to be in you Forrest Whitaker
Winslow Avenue boys, man, niggas just couldn't get wit 'em

Fly life livin', till my eyes

Then there was you caught within my emotion;
No question of your devotion
Adding fuel to the fire
Adding fuel to the fire
Adding fuel to the fire in my

I could have sworn I
I had you wrapped around my finger
I could have sworn I
I had you eating of my hand
I could have sworn I
I was the first,

Fear at all
I'm coming down
Fear at all
Would you break my fall
People could say we're one in all
People could say we're one in all
So hear my call

did hemorrhage every time you creep
My eyes were closed, but my mind was clear
The lies you told, I sensed your fear
I got to be real
We talked about

Caukazoid Germ

Sixtoo

The Psyche Continuum

And I touched each corpse with love as if it was my own child.
"Respect that which you know holds death in your hands."
My father told me that

Incise my cavities
Never to hemorrhage again

Internal abdomen exposed - a sanguinary void
The final solution of humanity set
Public castration by

get sweeter
When ever your with me
Be the fuel to my fire
Plant to my seed
Ash in my ash tray
Wind to my breeze
Weight of the ocean
Far as the seas
Rock

shots fired
You was never in them trenches, pussy
You was dead weight
Never had to reminiscence and watch your homie hemorrhage
Even though you want

bitch
Delta 88 with a cool knot in my tube socks
Now I push the goons through the boondocks in the coon tops
Penthouse in the city, my bops givin' me

all except for the vain expletives
Spit flames while you drain your main beverage
Skill level obtained, untrained your brain will hemorrhage
Just my

You relax to let me
In you invite me as if you were taking
Me by the hand into the most
Intimate room of your home
The place of feeling an onslaught