Lyrics:
She started actin' mean
Like mary led her little lamb
She led me all the time
Until the worm had to turn
That's the reason I'm
Runnin' wild,
She started actin' mean
Like mary led her little lamb
She led me all the time
Until the worm had to turn
That's the reason I'm
Runnin' wild,
She started actin' mean
Like mary led her little lamb
She led me all the time
Until the worm had to turn
That's the reason I'm
Runnin' wild,
A little sugar, honeysuckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy
Lungs
All I got's this air in my lungs
Little wear and tear on my Air Force Ones
5 Gs in the bank and a bag in the trunk
Bruddah all I got's
these riches
Fucked up I can't be loving these women
Foot on the gas and I'm keep hitting it
By myself on my own I'm independent
You need you a feature
to abide by!
We lust whom we lust after!
Exchanging
Let us not forget I'm just obeying the desolation of abominations I've been gifted with
That is
see them in the entrance
I be getting faded fireball is my apprentice
Metaphors I live by my nigga Lupe get the credit
On top of that they can't
right now, will lie down with the lamb,
Oh yes I know the horse from the wild
Will be led by a little child and I'll be changed from this creature
to say I'm
Uuhhhhhhh well anyways
If I'm a lamb I'm gonna stray
If I'm a lamb I'm gonna stray
Wait quietly for judgment day
But now I'm raising the frames,
on honey, come on doll,
I wanna see you on fire, come on fly fire-ball.
What you're leaving behind,
Well it ain't nothing at all.
That's a little lamb
(round round)
(Turn a corner right, turn a corner left
Step by step)
Mary had a little lamb
His fleece was white as snow
Mother's helper, daddy's little
've said to ya
Eight simple rules or Dear John letters
Sacrificial lambs taste like butter
Add a little julep now eat motherfuckers
Zuckerbergs retard-averse
the fire
Cause I burn a little gas and shits got me going up higher
Man my patience running thin shits hanging on by just a wire
One little thing might have
on ‘em by pagans
They clowned spit on ‘em, cost of the salvation
Of you and me, and the little ones we bear
In arms like guns Dem’s tryin’ to declare
A little sugar, honeysuckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy
to fail
Even if that means sittin' in jail
Oh well, I bought a car for my little sis', a Dinger for the gang
We cut ties with niggas that sing, but it's
right now,
Will lie down with the lamb, oh yes
I know the horse from the wild
Will be led by a little child
And I'll be changed from this creature
or did you not block it out when little Narrator Jr.
Mutilated a defenseless lamb by cutting its leg off in a farmhouse in 2004?
He even threw the leg in
decapitating parking meters when the pigs blew the whistle like Winslow
I went to jail over night for putting a sticker on a phone booth, now by the time ya'll
they catch me
I'm resurrecting like the lamb of God
In plum poetry, i trust
Everything else is a fucking fraud
My niggas at the Round Table eatin' good
thinner
But we still getting by, sometimes I help a little when I can
Life got me by the balls
That only proves that I'm a man
Chasing rainbows
God knows
That night in the southern light,
The girl she took me by the hand
I was weak as a little lamb,
But I became a man
Love was pumping through my
duck season
I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing
Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger
You'se a baby piranha surrounded by
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