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Santa Clause ey
Man I fucked your bitch cause I just sang a song ey
She told me lemme calm it when I said its hard ey
She told me I'm the one she wants

Columbine wasn't chance
It was that behavior of some kids who were fueled by rage and a 12 gauge
Angst that annihilated and hurt the innocent
Sought their

Uhh, yeah
Yeah yeah
Whoa
Let me start it off
By sparking this wood
Daily conversations
Elevating the team like I should
Put this shit on my back
Turn

devils from Georgia and broads from Atlanta
And so many people who pray to bandanas
Put my dick up in the box like I'm Santa.
Down bad
Said fuck it I'm

the Greeks competitive, five rings on each finger
What would Meek do, Pusha T on the speaker
If I sold half my kicks, I'd be a heat leaker Yea
Every
Sneaker

your boy don't play that
"Boy, you a man hoe!"
Why would you say that?
Only ask for you is to play your part
My life's like my dick cuz you made it

Romper Room

Juggaknots

Re:Release

2003

the United States of America
And a very serious day for the black man and woman in America

In the room of the rompin the devious mischievous
kids be stompin

I'm the same nigga I was in the past
Except now I ain't as cheap
Yeah, I changed just a little
So I could be who I'm gon' be
Smokin' chains I feed

the wilderness like portages
Ouh, I'm so damn thrilled cause
I'm the only one who gets to be filled
To the brim with this heat and here with this beat
It's so

one to whose exalted intellect
There would be no more poison'd knowledge

Wearied at heart with anxieties
In dreamy delirium
I succumbed to the fierce

Battle Hymn of Lt. Calley

C Company

...Next Stop Is Vietnam: The War on Record 1961-2008

2010

Once upon a time there was a little boy who wanted to grow up
And be a soldier and serve his country in whatever way he could
He would parade

class pic
I'm so my mothers son, you can tell me a Khaled never met
Cause he would know they'll never be a another one
No one will rap wit me, I'm doin

Oh Fuck

MoneyBagg Yo

RESET

2018

me now, how I leave you assed out?
This bitch need her rent paid, son need some new J's
Niggas call from jail who I ain't heard from in decades

town    

We baking cookies by the pound
Santa ass gone run around
He looking for the being who just made his stomach dance and shout 

How about we

The Night I Met St. Nick
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

I was hiding hind the sofa 
When he came down the chimney
Cuz I did not believe 
He could

Hey kids
I know these days are super weird
But I’m here
Today to let know
There’s a man way upstairs who’s gonna
Make big improvements for us all
I

the crew in the back
If you really going through it I’ll pursue that’s a fact
Wonder who is the rat
That be snitching imma cat
Better watch out what you

would just stop spinning
Long enough for me to try
To redeem myself as a worthy man
Beneath your private eyes
But instead I seek to hide my tears
Where

and thousand-and-one items to be allowed for, that a man has to live, if he would not founder and go to the bottom and not make his port at all, by dead reckoning,

floews from there
Emotions raised by your love and tumultuous
Like a winter storm
Whitout sigh and without hearing
Light and sound would be just chaos

always make
Or the season would not be the same
Where the menu never changes
But every year it's got a different name
(Presumably for tax evasion purposes)

blinding them
It's like my success was unexpected
Why then would you slide me by besides seeing my shine
My guiding light went silent it seemed
Borderline

the fuck I'm headed nigga you gon' see
Ain't nobody really stressing me
Go check the leaderboard he even ain't reach 3
So who's this random dude now going by

Check you in checkers grandmaster you in chess
Who would guess Jabbaman and Amet be doing this
Pulling this articulate duet and during this
Economy we're