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a hole in a punk
I'm on the opp block and I'm locked and loaded, tryna bun somebody's son
One day, I nearly head top somebody's son
Then bro went back

and give me head then
My youngins pop the lead in, nigga, swing your dreads then
Oh, you wanna tussle? We gonna see how niggas play it then (On God)

Can You Dig It?

Ice Cube

Everythang's Corrupt

2018

coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't

can shake me up or turn me loose or you can drive me wild
I am very superstitious when I'm tearing down the wall
I'll never lose my faith in you, Jim

Because I wanna roll north
I wanna roll south
I wanna drive my truck over to your house
A bottle of Jim
A bottle of Jack
Two lane road, foolin' around in

Diesel

Ol' Dirty Bastard

In Memory Of, Vol. 3

2007

Your white head came out my black pussy 

I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours 

Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar 

And then came out

Pull up in something stuntin' with
Both my Mickey T's rubbin'
Mossberg in the back if you
Wanna get it sluggin'
And when I'm sipping a Jim Beam
I tend

mineral
My chick is minimal
Scalping ya head 
Im The general Seminole 
Fuckin' yo ho up in any hole
Don’t got no time for subliminals
Lemme go 
This beat is

Drink Too Much

The Lacs

190 Proof

2012

mind
And then she asks, was it beer, Jack, or Jim?
I know how you get, when you're with your friends
I reply Moonshine, as I head down the hall
Then

mercies abound
For you could take pleasure to read what I am blessed to announce
My safe passage through this perilous journey
Evidenced clearly in earlier

with the holes in His wrist
MY GOD
I know it hurts, but I gotta' sadist
My God's a Holy Jew with the holes in His wrist
A head with a crown with

Smokey Joe's Cafe

The Robins

Atlantic Rhythm & Blues 1947-1974 [Box]

1991

from behind the counter, I saw a man
A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by the collar and began to shout
"You'd better eat

for a minute, time to wake up 
Adrenaline and head rush, whatchu make of us 
Current Law muthafucka diamond in the rough
Reppin Brimdog till the iron in

Darling Corey

The Weavers

Wasn't That a Time! [Vanguard]

1993

never take my pleasure
With another gamblin' man

Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold ground
Dig a hole, dig a hole in

a cunt yuh
Uh, yea
Yea slow it down, slow down (Ayy)
I got his location let's go now
When we pull up you know it's gone go down
Everything in my sight

Rabbit Hole

Jamie T.

Carry on the Grudge

2014

knows that she can
Like a SA80, my baby save me
Even played me and jammed in a sand
Like a essay, she tried to correct me
She meant to protect me but only

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used

I keep it strolling
I put 3 fingers all in her holes
Like a nigga bowling
You know my slogan
I'm slept on you niggas snoring
You niggas boring
Her

I lose grip with my head
Every time you're with me in bed
I lose grip with my head every time we're in bed
With my head
With my head
Every time we're

You fill the void, from the hole in my heart (You do)
I'm still annoyed, you were the goal from the start
I'm alone in the dark, your soul is

that railway clear to freedom
But instead he's stuck here tweenst a rock and a bottle of Jim Beam

In his homemade prison cell, with walls around he

I've gotta God shaped hole 
In my heart
I don't know if It can be filled
God shaped hole 
In my heart
I don't want I need 
Someone to love me
God

The weight of what's in your eyes

Don't want another hole in my head
Don't want your faith here instead
I don't know where we can go
Don't want another thorn

How'd I end up here?
With these can's by the trees in the dark
I thank Jim for the beer
And head for the centre of the park

People seem concerned,