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But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've sung with Ethel Merman (5)
Swung with Woody Herman (6)
Played a gig in Germany with Ogerman (7) too
is like needles in my finger
But I don’t know how to choose
How to pick the right idea
Cause everytime I choose
I always seem to lose
Like gambling
a price on my head but
Got no one to take it
And they say they coming for
Me but I’m still waiting, patient
Everyday took a lot of crap
That cars is cram
neva got no room for no haters
When we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
You by my side we be on one when we hangin
What
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
Christ
All the time God is good and God is good all the time
24/7 all day every week
Numerous funeral services for PaKK music beats
(Do What Thou Wilt)
knowledge for you weak minded mothafuckas
That's been pasted down to me
By my dope slinging older brother
And most of the niggas in
The bottom call him Nino
Back since a long time
Was thinking too much
All my soul cells fatiguing
This journey feels rough
But I keep pushing on
Although my clarity is gone
I
ideas in my head make no sense
Lil foreign slip out we gonna hold it
All whip it's golden
Ya, ya ya
Lavish I like
Sidekicks on rise
Oh
Main chicks don't
take the floor
"Admirals! May I present my idea for the world's first human thermos"
Our Bill will sail by submarine in a giant thermos, a corpse
take the floor
"Admirals! May I present my idea for the world's first human thermos"
Our Bill will sail by submarine in a giant thermos, a corpse
to pass but the end is not yet
For nation shall rise against nation
And Kingdom against Kingdom
There shall be famines and pestilences
There shall be
don't even know how to act, shit
What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay
My little homie G, can't you
don't even know how to act, shit
What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay
My little homie G, can't you
Hustle Grind
Let's go
They say your first idea the one to follow
Don't keep your mind a hollow, over shadow
The powerful weaponry
That I call my
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like
earn my stripes
I represent it to the fullest
Any given day could die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it
infiltration of retardation is sweeping through the nation, why?
I can't rap
So instead I just mumble
Even though it sounds crap
On my own words I stumble
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
dance soon
Then I go impress myself with other kinds of damn tunes
Diss my friends with your mouth, Imma man the harpoons
Oh, shit, you know how it is
chicken is what I ate like octic squids
Imagine this
I'm sittin in my room, consumed by loony toons, and sponge bob
I belong in the salty splitoon
This is
The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental
We both out of town dog, what you trying to get into?
Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables
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