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destroyed and attacked
Mommy wants you to give
Her lubricant oil back
The dirt farm hands kick
Dust skinned soiled black
Radical packs of wolves wrapped in

secoué
Leçon d'vie m'incite à n'plus jouer
Tu m'veux du mal (du mal) et t'en dors mal
À Miami, j'suis sur mon matelas
Je pense aux keufs de ma cité, je

oil
Bitches praying on me

I can't understand these broke-ass niggas
What you saying to me?
Seasons pass, ain't no line
I'm in the back at Marni
Been

the wreckage and ruin 
(standing side by side) and they know what they're doin'. 

She is the oil can to his tin man,
the extra stuffing to his scarecrow,

Authentic Tribute

Culture VI

Elite

2004

your Mom suffer
I'll try but I don't know how long I can be strong
Doctor what's wrong when will she recover
I stood by her side at the hopsital bed

Mismosh

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

bad
but open your eyes and take a look at the map
the whole damn things red, blood red, and looking county by county
well its basically a wash, red

Chainsaw Charlie

Angry Johnny

Hankenstein

by just like she does every night at 8
She's leaving on the 10:05 tomorrow morning it'll be too late

Maybe it's the spark plug, or the gas he

face 
Jamie Foxx can keep the waist down 
I'm tryna put my dick where she wine taste 
Take her to the vineyard put dick in her liver 
If she Olive Oil

Let's see what he has to say
You, uh, what's-his name, right? Well
Yeah, ten rolls yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I mean, do you have something I can
I can

(Murder, murder 8x)

Every shot that thunders
Through the nighttime don't you wonder
What potential was extinguished
To keep the flames burning

on the beach X 4

I saw you on the beach… I knew right then your were the one.

Instrumental beat rhythm:

First Verse:

You look so royal when you're pouring

Capturing Hip Hop culture
In striking stills that synchronously come alive
Animated life that breathes oil and ink
The heart of the street
Beat through

Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his

the welkin hatches the williwaws now 

Verse II 
I fill the Hexalphas with the inmost oils of V.I.T.R.I.O.L
Through the means of operation and omneity,

Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'

I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks
Worn boots, couple bucks
Early risin' 9 to 5
Hand to mouth, gettin' by

Jitters

Dutch Robinson

Dope Sick

2012

roaches wrapped in tin foil
Empty NyQuil, Tylenol, five pills
Cigarettes and some honey oil
Half an ounce in the hash pipe
And no idea what the fuck I

a cave
Now the fire into flame, empire in a blaze
(We need water)
Settle by the seaside, seas rise, ice caps
Only room for babies in the life raft (Run)

with 3 thick hoes and go show out
Might buy a bottle for sparkers get po'd out
I'm sipping oil in the club I'm a robot
Take my shirt off in this bitch

cum. Its edge play,
be careful, fuck around and murder you by mistake and
leave you dead in the bed slayed.
Not my intentions. You'll lick prick til your

Ready Set, Not Yet

Kerry Butler

Beetlejuice [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

2019

Look at this crib
In all of its glorious antiquary
Every curve and surface speaks to me
Saying pamper and spoil me
Sand me and oil me
Come on
I

Why?

Root

The Book

up into the government's war
As if the land of money and oil funny how ain't none of it's yours

I can't sleep yo I'm paranoid, it's code orange
It's

relay you the facts
The foreign policy just delayed the collapse
The US policy motivated by Fed
To justify the suppression
Of independent care