Lyrics:
the system a win We need a treaty
So we haffi march out, march out
A that bob did a talk bout, talk bout All a wi haffi start out, step by step, Walk out,
one seems, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
one seems, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
day job
Know the folk where it virgin Mary toast by the loaf
Thanks bob
Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
With a tray
Juro - Thot Phatty (Produced by Infinitee)
De lo Mio.
Que lo Que.
Yo!
[Chorus - Juro]
Thot Phatty, Your body
Mighty a hot like a tamale,
Lotti
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Talkin bout Bits and bobs;
Crop just drop so I quit my job
Came from the mist and fog,
Been around cats no whiskers on
Been around cats no whiskers
I adore exploring the corridors to Mordor
Doom and murder spewed through the YouTube converter
Still hungry, debtor better cop one of Bob's Burgers
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
A crow banks bobs and weaves a streak of black across the sleet-gray sleek March clouds
Let it blow over
Let it blow over
The flurry falling
and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Hurt
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
the punches so I survive
I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise surprise
They try to take me out the game,
Gone 'Til November
January, February, March, April, May...
I see you crying, but girl I can't stay
I'll be Gone 'Til November
I'll be Gone 'Til
Don't Rain on my Parade
by Bob Merrill and Jules Styne
Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you.
get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
[Marc 7]
It's all splendid
Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
Rockin' some beige Wallabees
Blinded by the mockery
[Soup]
Time is never stoppin' me
Drop
One More Parade
Phil Ochs
Written by Phil Ochs and Bob Gibson
Hup, two, three, four, marchin' down the street
Rollin' of the drums
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