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Never was there
A more ornery man
Than Richard Dick
He was known
By everyone in town
To have the most ignorant tongue around
SIX FOOT DICK
Yea that's

She named me Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty
Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr.

I guess you could say Momma was

New Patek

Lil Uzi Vert

New Patek

2018

How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money

[Intro: Richard Parkes]

Well
Sharing emotions is
Ya know, it's about vulnerability so you, you're
Expressing something
That in general, we've been

Sean's Penn

Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the song end

Glenn Close enough to quickly duck the tapes

Richard Gere ripped while he was climbin'

the distance
You could of been with us
But you don't listen
No more prophecies
We know our mission
Locked up by your fear
So you’ll never glisten
You know how it

Ever So Clear

Bushwick Bill

Planet Groove: The Shaun Ryder Session

2001

an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know

illegal (no)
No I’m not trusting you people (nah)
And this shit is just like a sequel
We go insane, we are so evil (insane)
Bitch fuck it, I’mma say I’m

it's where I found the proof
of the inevitability of a strange world 

I've been here a while but I ain't making friends
unless that's what you call em

Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank Zappa

Läther

1996

Hey! Do you know what you are? 
You're an asshole! An ASSHOLE! 

Some of you might not agree 
'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery 
But

Crying at the Discoteque

Alcazar

Bucatini: Summer 2001 Disco Dance Compilation

2001

Downtown's been caught by the hysteria
People scream and shout
A generation's on the move
When disco spreads like bacteria
These lonely days are

on my fashion 
Love me till I'm fucken gone and my body is just ashes
I'm tryna leave my Marks (Marx) like a motherfuckin' fascist
You know that I love

When Will I Be Famous?

Bros

Retro Disco

1997

When will I, will I be famous?

Yes, you're suitably at one
With your body and the sun
Yes, you are
You've read Karl Marx
And you've taught

You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who

and your cunt
Once I'm through with your front
Hey, where the fuck are you going, bitch
What are you doing, get back here

Babe, wait
Baabe, wait
Baaabe,

You do not get the picture
My name is Dick not Richard
I live inside a haunted house
With a butler that’s a fixture
Always making up a mixture
For

laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
and her husband stupidly stood up

he screamed, "you are an evil man"

in and focus, steer straight 'fore you
Crash the locomotive, sheer strength
It's a fact you can't disown us, we're great
With the raps, our flows are

this earth
Played with skirts, always alert
Shirt me if you want to shirt me, I conserve
Energy that's been burnt
Take your turn, I earn, dollar by

Chevrolet
Cops pulled them over
Time to pay—the hard way

The killers stood trial
Spent 5 years on death row
In 7 by 10 feet cells
Where the time goes by real

COMMENTATOR 1:
Welcome back to another glorious Sunday here at Cobra Stadium, where we see yet another meeting of the Tornados and Cincinnati Spears.

pay for you and friends to get drunk now
But when it's time for y'all to talk some real they never come round
Got you wondering asking where is all

and  go OT to where my people stay
picture a nigga like me, ratting?, yea that be the day
Didn't want to be a stand-up man, you took the easy way
Yeah,

clothes and hoes with no future goals

I wouldnt waste a catheter and piss on you fuck nigga even if 
You was on fire like Richard Pryor full of hate