Lyrics:
working on my raps
I saw too many things There ain't no going back
Bob to your head with me
If you think everyone should have enough to eat
Bob to your
Look in the sky
Tell me what do you see
I see a high-profile stealth
Coming after me
Farmer Bob rapped on a door
He had never been there before
But
the details
Sound real gory
'bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here
You can't run a race
Without no feet
'n pretty
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
more.
They pass by mommy shark
quick, quick, quick!
And they swim, swim, swim
all over the sea.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo,
doo bi doo bob!
And they swim,
invading my privacy just to get on a show
Well i'm choking out his wife with shower curtains and her own clothes
Hoes
Bend over and touch your toes
I'm gunna
got music for you there
To add some music
(add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
A bob didit a bop didit
Add some music music
Woke up on Monday to the news that Peaches was dead
Like most everyone, I thought about Bob and how he'd lose his head
You wonder how many times
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
over my junk
We can smoke some trees and get drunk
I'll put on some Bing Crosby and P Funk
Is it me or has the fire got us hot
Like the handjob you gave
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go, laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright
We getting money over here
What you doing over there
Ice bright road flares
We pop bottles you pop beers
We getting money over here
What you doing
like we should stay home
And watch the tele
And rave over Bing Crosby that is
The old drama
Too young too young
Too bad too bad
Too bad you're just
Those yuletide choruses
Are how Crosby paid his mortgages
What a bummer this new normal is
Watching Live From Home performances
There’s no time
Bing Crosby on the radio
Singing White Christmas soft & low
You and I cuddling by the fireplace glow
We're a toasty twosome here tonight
But the fire
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way,
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Sammy on a stick
cbout a week or two later, I drove by there again
cnd Sammy's arms and vest and torso had all been placed in
Yeah construction had been
all the smoke like a session with Marley
We get even with this 357, oddly
They gon' whine over blood like Jesus' body
Sticks everywhere like hockey
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
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