Lyrics:
the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the leaves
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
A pluck on spiders strings
Gutters form the stars
Children cry out proud
As embers blast my heart
Broken
the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree
tooth tooth ache
But wait let's talk about M's, not about them
I love my BM's, I love my YM
Ain't no more CM
Let's pluck out the stems
Let's fuck
find
Because of the wine you drank
Your mind is still a blank
I wonder how he knows
I guess I will wonder until
I pluck up the courage to tell him
thought who punked you up?
Stop, you stuck too much, pop drop, you pluck
It's all similar to gettin' laid
On your back, on the mothaf*** case ***
I grind
glamor
It slips from your heart and falls under the hammer
Put away forbidden playthings
Put away forbidden playthings
And never return to pluck out
Christmas tree
I'll strip the world that you must live in
Of all its godforsaken greed
I'll ply the tar out of your feathers
I'll pluck the thorns out
to make her see, you fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
I want you, hello, I need my baby
silken bosom as that does now.
Or would I were a little burnish'd apple
For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold
While sun and shade you robe of lawn
to me (what, what, uh, uh) become a zombie, walk to me
Ain't a MC alive who fought with me
Y'nah mean? Man, rock it
Easy does it
I gotta pluck it
grew
To pluck the wild flowers
In the May morning dew
When summer is coming when summer is near
With the trees oh so green
And the sky bright and clear
Campbellton, north of county line
Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though
She fucked me, tryna pluck a couples bucks like a banjo
Had a girl that
soprano
We can pop bottles while we talkin' on the phone
(Then, baby, come and pluck this thing like a cello, cello, cello)
Steppin' in my Chrissy
a new drum for him, I ain't bringin' up what I done for him
You ain't G enough to come pluck somthin', nigga, shut up (shut up)
I remain calm under
soprano
We can pop bottles while we talkin' on the phone
(Then, baby, come and pluck this thing like a cello, cello, cello)
Steppin' in my Chrissy
Oh yeah
Baby, baby, baby, I want to stew your tomato
Baby, baby, baby, I want to french fry your potato
Baby, baby, baby, won't you pluck my
ours without pain
We shall take them as lightly as girls
Pluck flowers after rain
All that could never be said
All that could never be done
Wait for
I won't duck
I won't stutter bitch
I'm wishing you bad luck
She a Skin Walker
Hands out to pick pockets
She'll pluck out your eye and put it in her
single trace of your war paint
Evangelina
Evangelina
Evangelina
Evangelina
Evangelina
You are a wondrous thing
They pluck your petals, pluck your
So fire up, at the little things
We're caught up, in the webs we weave
Then we pluck on the smallest string
We're pressing on our bruise just
pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand
And no pow'r of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck
This is the pow'r of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck
fly
I can't rely on your sweet ambition
God please pluck her teeth out
I know it's sick to say,
I know I've gone a stray
God please pluck her
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